Zhang Xiaoman

A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked somewhat pale, but they couldn't hide the glint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an 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 that person, the aloofness he had cultivated vanished, replaced by a spark of hatred.,In his past life, his family wasn't considered a wealthy one, but his father owned a house in the county town, had a car, and even had several hundred thousand yuan in savings. It was considered a relatively affluent family. Furthermore, they also had a small renovation company at home. It could be said that no matter what, he lived a comparatively comfortable life.。