"Who are you, the groom-to-be Our Xiaochun wouldn't marry someone like you." Wang Lao Han said: "Our Xiaochun is going to marry a man from the big city in the future.",Chen Erbao smiled, squatting by the river and lighting a cigarette. He squinted happily at Xian.,At that time, the sky, which was cloudless for thousands of miles, rumbled with a dull thunder.。