Good harvests bring

Meng Meng struggled desperately, but he was not his opponent.,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",He waited for a while and seeing nothing amiss, his patience gone, he started to fidget nervously with his hair.。