Chang Xiaoman Luo Ch

A young man sat in the car, lost in thought. His face, sharp as a knife, looked pale, but beneath it was a hint of ambition that shone through with extraordinary spirit.,"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang, Luo Chen took it out and glanced at the caller ID. His brows furrowed involuntarily, looking at the name on the screen, a spark of hatred ignited in his heart that had previously been beyond worldly affairs.,For the next twenty years, he lived like a dog, being laughed at and ridiculed, even begging for a living.。