Chapter 89: Arrogance

toward the porridge shed."Sir, please. Just a little more," an elderly woman at the front of the line said weakly, "My wife is too ill to walk. She's carrying our baby, our only child. Just a bit more..., the boy ran out like a flying swallow to call Zheng Baorong in. In a short while, footsteps hurried closer, and Zheng Baorong came in from outside, led by the boy.Bowing his head and bending his ba...