that she was clutching a wizened old hag with white hair, a sharp nose and cheekbones.The other party glared fiercely at her, reaching out to grab the pot handle tightly: "Mine, this porridge is mine...en let's just go ourselves." The tall man nodded.Several of his cronies roughly pushed Rong Zhaonan: “Come on, what are you daydreaming about here!”Rong Zhaonan was pushed and stumbled, he steadied hi...