Yan Zhuo's goal has never been a certain man, she just wants to get rich! A certain villain squinted: fight with me? Is there a mine at home? Yan Zhuo smiled lightly: Sorry, there really is. There are people waiting for Hongxing outside... Yan Zhuo is wandering on the top of the wall, which way should he go? Someone crosses his legs under the wall: go whichever way, anyway, I am inside the wall, and I am outside the wall.