The Seventh Miss, Di

Just as Ye Liuli was about to remove the red silk veil, a cacophony of voices rose up along with the sound of wooden barrels rolling. The matchmaker was just about to utter some auspicious words in exchange for rewards, having barely uttered the word "Congratulations," when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The matchmaker fell silent, never to speak again.,Isn't he going to run away The disabled bastard deserves to have his skin peeled off and made into a drum.,Next to the bed is a table, behind the table is a shelf, and on the other side of the shelf is a cabinet.。