Chapter 681: The Rhythm of a Broken Home!

ood under a big tree with his hands on his waist, inciting the villagers who were gathered around Zhao Yuru spitting.Zhao Yuru's face was flushed with anger. She had only gone to the village entrance...as if it would melt everything.Even the most diligent farmer needs to rest and take a short nap at this time.Thus, the back of the house and under the trees, spreading out mats became a spacious big k...