Zhang Xiaoman

A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked somewhat pale, but they couldn't hide the glint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,Until that snowy night, when someone brought back the body of their already frozen father, they couldn't stop crying.,Luochin's mouth curled into a sneer. In his past life, he had loved this woman like a madman, but after going to Tongzhou, he was looked down upon by the other party's parents, facing all kinds of sneers and insults, as well as various difficulties.。