Zhang Xiaoman

Until that snowy night, when someone brought back the body of their already frozen father, they couldn't stop crying.,At this moment, the old man opened an antique box with eager anticipation. He took out a painting scroll from inside and unfurled it, admiring it.,"What kind of eyesight do you have Do you understand" Suddenly, a young girl next to the old man spoke up, questioning him. Because of her status, she had been pampered by others since she was a child, so she developed a proud personality. Seeing Luo Chen's disdainful gaze, she immediately became angry.。