At this moment, a young maid of twelve or thirteen years old ran over and "thud" knelt before Fang Xuanling. Her knees sank instantly into the inch-thick snow.,It's all dad's fault, if he had named me Fang Shiling it would have been much better...,A son, who was always seen as proud and successful, suddenly died. Sending a black-haired person to a white-haired one, how heartbroken the mother must be!。