Heavenly Tang Brocad

Fáng Xuánlíng's face was grim. Although he was also worried about his second son, the commotion in the house this morning had been quite disruptive and unbecoming.,He was of a sturdy build with thick eyebrows and large eyes. His youthful face, which still held a hint of immaturity, seemed to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a thin robe, his figure was not particularly imposing, but solid and broad-shouldered.,The meticulous care and deep maternal love reminded him of his own mother in another world.。