As Jiang Han's only daughter, Jiang Luo was naturally treasured since she was a child. She held it in the palm of her hand for fear of falling, and held it in her mouth for fear of melting. She was raised like a princess, a simple woman in a deep boudoir.

And her father, Ling Zhongqing, was just a poor student from a poor family at that time. He had no money, no power, and no connections. He had a lot of talent, but failed repeatedly. -----------------

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Chapter completed!