Little Han's eyebrows conveyed a silent message for a while. When Chen Erbao was about to leave, with a creak, the door was pushed open...,"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 spat out a mouthful of foul air, feeling much lighter.。