Ye Xin looked a bit disheveled, wearing a vest that seemed to have been bleached by the sun. And his... shoulders! His shoulders were strong and he was carrying four or five bags of cement on them.,"Happiness is all about marrying a rich man, right" Ye Xin sneered inwardly.,Seeing Ye Xin come over, he hung up the phone and said to Ye Xin's luggage, "Mr. Ye!"。