lt;The Pocket Dimens

At this time, the grand house of the Yan family, built with blue bricks and covered in red tiles, was filled with the aroma of cooking. Smoke rose from its kitchen chimneys as two maidservants and a matron bustled about preparing meals for their masters.,"The Yan family is so wealthy, why don't they give the widow and orphans of the third branch a good life They live in that dilapidated straw hut at the end of the village. In summer, they don't avoid the sun, and in winter, they don't avoid the snow. It's really pitiful to look at.",Another round of punches and kicks landed on Yan Xiaosi. After a moment, Yan Xiaosi lay on the ground, unable to move.。