flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks. Tang Ziran tightly embraced his son, a nine-year-old child. What had he endured I'm sorry, son, Dad, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault as a father.Nale stood bes...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。Douluo for so long was truly embarrassing! And with so many media outlets present below, where could he possibly put his face How could he explain himself as someone who had been famous and powerful f...