s clutching a gray-haired, sharp-nosed and thin old woman.The other person was glaring fiercely at her, reaching out with a death grip on the handle of the aluminum pot: "Mine, this porridge is mine,..."Don't push me to hit you, stop talking nonsense, it's disgusting." Rong Zhaonan rubbed his fists, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery.This guy is acting like he's been betrayed and wants to die!...