Taking the warehouse

In a courtyard of three buildings, a man in his forties was directing two servants to remove the mourning articles at this time.,After a few footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Fang Xing sitting by the bed, tears streamed down his face.,The original owner here, despite having beef and soup every day for three years, even occasionally with ginseng soup, finally followed his father today. This has made things cheaper for Fang Xing who came from the port of New York.。