Taking the warehouse

"I'm actually the grandpa!" Fang Xing excitedly raised his thin right hand, wanting to take a bite and see if he was dreaming.,Gradually waking up, I found myself in a vast space filled with things. Rows upon rows of warehouses, stacks of containers...,Fang Xing picked up a piece of beef. In June's weather, the icy beef made his hands numb.。