"Come on, son." Xiangma watched Huang Xiaoxiang go out.

"I'm familiar with this scene. Yes, it's the same as in the middle school entrance examination. What's different is that my mother's forehead is filled with wrinkles and her hair is white. I let my mother down last time, and I will let her down this time. " When going out, Huang Xiaoxiang didn't dare to look into his mother's eyes, which had no lethality.

Huang Xiaoxiang came to the bus station early, carrying a bag with nothing but a pen on his back. Although he was in a heavy mood when he went out, he soon adjusted. After all, Huang...