Luo Qingran lost his footing and fell downstairs, thus entering the book he wrote. He was neither the protagonist nor the villain, but a cannon fodder. Luo Qingran looked at the little boy holding his thigh, and secretly vowed to educate him into a perfect and perfect person. Protagonist: "Master, does your waist still hurt?" Luo Qingran: "..."
Intention: Unscrupulous master and shady disciple