author:Zui San Guo
state:serializing
brief introduction:
For some reason, Jiang Xiyao felt like the people around her had all dispersed, as if she had seen something.,Jiang Xiyao cried for a while, venting her emotions. Seeing that her mother was worried, she let go.,At eighteen, in my second year of high school, with poor grades and no connections at home, Jiang Jianshe's parents had long since arranged a marriage for him.。