Saintly Gate Venerab

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.,“Mr. Chiang, your face is dark, you are being plagued by bad luck, and I’m afraid you won't live past today!”,Suddenly, a massive truck hauling cargo came speeding towards Chiang Chung-sheng!。