Heavenly Tang Brocad

Fáng Xuánlíng's face was grim. Although he was also worried about his second son, the commotion in the house this morning had been quite disruptive and unbecoming.,The delicately prepared small dishes on the table couldn't entice his appetite at all. He felt like a huge stone was pressing down on his chest, so suffocating...,After much deliberation, Fang Jun actually discovered that there were dead ends in all directions. No matter which way he went, it was a losing game.。