The black-clothed young man, who was completely indifferent under his black clothes, sighed and said, "After going abroad for three years, I became Shang Yang when I came home. I saw that there was only a cold more than 70 billion in the bank card, but where was my family?" No trace. What about emotions? No trace. Yes, he was once a young master who was doted on and loved by others. Sitting alone in the old family house, loneliness filled his heart.
