Zhang Xiaoman

"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang. Luo Chen took it out and glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowed involuntarily. Looking at that person, the aloofness he had cultivated vanished, replaced by a spark of hatred.,Until that snowy night, when someone brought back the body of their already frozen father, they couldn't stop crying.,The phone rang, and a voice laced with impatience and coldness answered.。