The taste of being homeless...
Chen Ji looked at this small courtyard. He brought Xiao Man from Luocheng City, and Xiao Man was still eagerly looking forward to eating grapes in the summer. Instead, they didn't even make it through the winter before they were driven away again.
Now, having barely settled at the Zhang Family, just after turning nineteen, there are countless Jiefan Guards stationed at the Zhang Family's entrance.
At this moment, a fire light flares up not far away, and someone shouts, "There's a fire! Where is the Fire Armor? Quick, come and put out the fire!"
Outside Shaojiu Alley, it becomes lively.
Inside Shaojiu Alley, Yao An and Chen Ji remain seated, their gazes fixed on each other's faces, not shifting an inch.
Chen Ji casually asked, "Did Senior Brother set the fire?"
