Cultivating My Empre

"Third son, hurry over and take the guest's horse to the stable. Remember to feed it the best hay!",In the crowd, a middle-aged man frowned and shouted at the yelling man, "Don't you think you're here to eat! If you really want to eat, get out and eat!","Mmm." Seeing their boss say it was fine, the bald man no longer looked at Zhang Liyang and his companions. Instead, he continued in a lower voice, "I don't know how long that old geezer can hold on for. Damn it, he's killed so many of us."。