"I wonder who the lucky person is who got to marry a man like Mr. Chen.",The sky is a brilliant blue with no clouds. The road is still dirt, and you can clearly see each puff of dust kicked up. A loudspeaker from the barbershop on the side of the road blasts out loud music.,Wang Zibao wasn't disgusted, he walked over and patted him on the back and said, "It's better now that you've vomited."。