The walls are muddy, and the roof is grass?
Tables, chairs, and benches are also good old things, and the quilt covered on her body is even more terrible.
Bu Yaolian cried out with a wow: “Young Master, where is this, why did you become so poor when I woke up, are we ruined?”
Su Shenfan rolled her little eyes dumbly: “What do you think, the whole world will be poor and the poor will not be poor.”
Bu Yaolian wiped a tear: “I thought I woke up in a dream and you would be poor.”
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