Jiang He looked at the broken wooden table. A few bowls with chipped edges held steaming hot dishes. Although the food was delicious, it still made Jiang He's heart ache.,Jiang Rong and Fang Ling were taken aback, but they still nodded. "That's good too. Once we move out, we won't have to worry about Zhu Zhuang bringing people to cause trouble. We'll move tomorrow.",“Mr. Chiang, your face is dark, you are being plagued by bad luck, and I’m afraid you won't live past today!”。