Ling Han Doesn't Know It's Too Late

Three years ago, he admired her heart-rendering, but was ruthless, "Jing Zhiwan, are you worthy to compare with Xin'er?" Three years later, she was holding the arm of a certain handsome man. Her red lips curled up, "Ling Han! Who do you think you are? You are just one of the thousands of men in this world!" She wanted him to remember that in thirty years in the east of Hedong and in thirty years in the west of Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty.