Chang Xiaoman Luo Ch

A young man sat in the car, lost in thought. His face, sharp as a knife, looked pale, but beneath it was a hint of ambition that shone through with extraordinary spirit.,In his past life, his family wasn't a wealthy tycoon, but his father owned a house in the county town, a car, and even had several hundred thousand yuan in savings. It could be considered a relatively affluent family. Moreover, there was a small decoration company at home. In any case, he could be said to have lived a fairly comfortable life.,The phone connected, and a voice laced with impatience and coldness answered.。