At this moment, another voice, which sent shivers down Zhou Yang's spine, came from outside: "Brother, I understand everything you said. But this chance to return home, he has been waiting for five whole years. If I don't let him go back, he will hate me for the rest of his life... sniffle...sniffle...",Holding the woman's hand, he suddenly tightened his grip, feeling the realness of her touch. The faint scent of flowers from her body wafted into his nose, and Zhou Yang's expression became agitated, his body trembling slightly!,And she's nothing but a little country bumpkin, not even close to Cinderella.。