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.,For the next twenty years, he lived like a dog, being ridiculed and abused, even resorting to begging for a living.,Then, the voice on the other end of the phone didn't give Luochin any more chances and directly hung up.。