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...,Lu angrily slapped her son and said, "What kind of talk is that What do you mean your father listens to me the most..."。