The entire clan died in the battle, leaving only Tang Xiangjue alive.
He felt that he had nothing to worry about in his life. When he was seven years old, a staggering figure crossed the high threshold, tore through the darkness, kicked over the cold Yuanxiao, and gave him a cold embrace and a steaming bowl of red bean Yuanxiao.
The young master of the Jiang family smiled brightly and sent him the fragrance of flowers, drunkenness, New Year's flavor, and joy that spanned half the capital.
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