Chapter 467

firewood..."Look at the clock, it's already eleven fifty-five!Bai Zhenhai's heart ached so badly he could barely breathe. Gritting his teeth, he said fiercely, "Sell!""Great!" the mediator let out a b...er repeatedly, and then made arrangements for his funeral.Although Grandpa doesn't want you, at such a young age, to bear such a heavy burden... but forgive Grandpa, let Grandpa be selfish for once, b...