Wang Xishun had a vulgar smile on his face, with disgusting pimples and a pitted complexion. When he spoke, his breath was foul. He said, "Your grandmother sold you to me, where else do you think you can run",At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,Meng Shuang, who was previously completely helpless, is now a totally different person.。