Chapter 168 (1/2)

Who ever thought that in the eyes of the world, the rich and powerful Jijia would have such a miserable yard.

But this courtyard is the place where the original owner has lived for seven or eight years.

The monsoon smoke, with its white color and mossy stone floor, slowly walked to the dark room, gently pushed the door open, and the creaking sound was extremely harsh. The room seemed clean, but the musty smell was so obvious.

A narrow bed, an old wooden table and a wooden bench are all in the room.

Without any decoration and decoration, everything seems to be simple and almost shabby

The monsoon smoke went to the stool and sat down. He was not angry or angry with everything in front of him. He just looked at the shabby room with his chin on one hand.

”You are miserable.” The monsoon smoke chuckled, and said that to the original poor man.

As a miss of Ji's family, she lives in a room worse than her servant. What's the tragedy?

Xiaobaize wanders around the room, leaning uneasily against the legs of the monsoon smoke, which slaps its small head. Everything his eyes touch will recall the memory of the original Lord a little bit.

That dark, sighing memory.

Nothing to do, the monsoon smoke rose out of the room, along the cobblestone paved path out of this depressed courtyard.

Jijia's house is very large, and it seems that the big one will lose its direction inadvertently. However, this seemingly gorgeous courtyard is like a cage in the memory of the original owner.