The Exclusive Daught

In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,A flash of light crossed Xie Zhiwei's eyes. If there was anyone in this world who deserved to be hated more than Xiao Changxuan, it would be this ungrateful wretch right before him.,If there is an afterlife, I will repay him tenfold, a hundredfold, so that he will never be reborn.。