Zhang Ying was a noble son from a wealthy family in his previous life, but in this life he is from a poor peasant family. In his previous life, he had a lot of servants, and he didn't have to worry about everything. Someone helped him arrange everything properly. But now, he needs to worry about everything, because he has an honest mother who is a bit cowardly and can be bullied, an eight-year-old sister, a four-year-old sister, and even his father has been dead for three years.
And the shell he is now is only fourteen years old this year!
It is said that because he was born weak, he never went to school seriously. He only knew a few words with his father's books and notes.
Awakened by the quarrel outside, and understanding the physical conditions of this life, Zhang Ying felt that he should plan carefully.
As a noble son, Zhang Ying nodded to the reflection in the basin: Well, other conditions are not satisfactory, but this face is enough to offset all shortcomings.
That's right, Zhang Ying, who was born as your noble son, is a face-controller.
Zhang Ying: For me, I only have this face, which was given to me by my parents. I can't change it. Everything else is not a problem.