lt;The Pocket Dimens

The woman leaned over to her son, whispered a word toward the door, and then brought to the table the freshly cooked vegetables and four steamed buns.,"You little punk, you dare to slander Qianqian's reputation Erhe, Sanhe, give him a good beating! Beat him until his teeth are scattered all over the floor.",A sharp pain erupted in Yan Xiaoshi's head, his vision blurring. Fragments of memories, alien and unwelcome, flooded his mind like a raging torrent, overwhelming him.。