There was a sneering sound from the dilapidated house, a little harsh, arrogant, and humiliating people without a bottom line.

"Get out of here!"

Liu Cheng roared angrily, picking up the broken clay pot on the ground little by little, and was extremely cautious.

This was the third year after Wu Heng's death, and the clay pot contained Wu Heng's favorite liquor, Yuan Hong, but it was knocked over, and the wine spilled all over the ground, and the aroma of wine was very strong, filling the entire house.

"The temper is quite big, it seems that the lessons given in the past three years have not woken you up......