My father was originally just as ordinary as your father, wanted to make a difference, and had the same heights. However, my mother thought that my father had no future, and she always satirized, sarcastically, and scolded him. Amid my mother's scolding, my father became smaller and smaller, and finally became a villain like the head of a pencil. My mother assigned me this little daddy to supervise my studies, so I had to put him in my pocket and carry him with me all day long. Unexpectedly, the thief stole my father and wallet together...
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking
This book is so beautiful.
Very nice and interesting
Every work of Yang Peng is very beautiful.