Heavenly Tang Brocad

A scantily clad young boy sat on the roof, holding a flask of liquor in his hand and taking sips from time to time, sighing heavily.,Fang Xuanling puffed out his cheeks and glared, wishing he could kill this scoundrel on the spot!,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!。