lt;Nineth Uncle, you

For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,It was rumored that the young lady from a wealthy family was gentle, modest, and composed. However, the person before her had nothing to do with being gentle, modest, or composed, neither in her bearing nor her demeanor.,Although the tone was calm, one could still hear a hint of anger. The ferocious scar made people even more afraid.。