Heavenly Tang Brocad

Fáng Xuánlíng's face was grim. Although he was also worried about his second son, the commotion in the house this morning had been quite disruptive and unbecoming.,Mother Lu was chattering away, using her chopsticks to constantly shovel food into Fang Jun's bowl, as if she were going to feed him directly.,After much deliberation, Fang Jun actually discovered that there were dead ends in all directions. No matter which way he went, it was a losing game.。