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.,He embarked on the path of cultivation back then because it was all related to the owner of this phone.,He became a cripple who couldn't even live independently. His father spent all their savings trying to cure him, selling everything they owned, including their car and house, and eventually ended up scavenging for garbage just to survive.。