Wang Xi Shun, the son of Wang Jia, is over twenty years old but still single.,When they reached the sorghum field, it was a vast expanse of dryland fields stretching from one to the next. Even if Meng Xi shouted herself hoarse, no one would hear her, nor would anyone see her.,A sharp pain struck, and Wang Xi Shun couldn't bear it. He clutched his hand and let out a pig-like squeal on the spot.。