In the winter of 1998, Xu Ling arrived in the air with twenty years of memories. Brother, sister really doesn’t want money. Son, what are you doing now? Dad’s heart can’t stand Xu Ling, you little bastard. Is there any size? Bang. Zhang Wei and Young Master Zhang threw down the glue stick in his hand. Brother, who else are you going to do! The kindness of a meal should never be forgotten, enmity? Sorry, I have no enmity, it is because of others and me.