C1998

When Xia Luo just arrived at her house, she immediately saw Luo's mother in front of her house, puffing out clouds and mist.

This Luo Jing was still the same. From a young age till now, he had already known about this.

The other families all doted on their little girls, and their little daughters were worse than dogs and pigs.

"You're back?" Luo's mother glanced at him indifferently