Chapter 183: What Choice?

he former steward, expressionless, looked at him: "What are you doing""Uncle Jiao," Feng Ming no longer cared about pride or humiliation at this point. He lowered his head and bowed, "My father was su...anything.But this strange and eerie boy seemed to love it very much."Is this clothes for sale"The short-haired young man didn't blink, and as he spoke, he casually pulled out a cloth bag. He lifted it...