Lan Ya’s piano player was extremely vigorous, and Fu Yuan’s head was sideways, a clear palm print appeared on his cold white face.
From childhood to adulthood, Fu Yuan had to follow the direction Lan Yaqin hoped to do. If he didn’t do a good job, Lan Yaqin would beat and scold him. He called it a hero under the stick.
Fu Yu’an has been beaten a lot, and compared with the mental pain, the flesh and blood are nothing.
Only this time–
The man licked the corners of his lips, and for the first time seriously refuted his mother’s words, “Xiao Ting is not a cheap girl.”
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