Zhang Xiaoman

On the peak of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning ripped through the void, shattering the altar used for sacrificial offerings. A white day thunderclap, coupled with the destruction of ancient ruins, sparked heated debate among the people.,A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked somewhat pale, but they couldn't hide the glint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,In his past life, his family wasn't considered a wealthy one, but his father owned a house in the county town, had a car, and even had several hundred thousand yuan in savings. It was considered a relatively affluent family. Furthermore, they also had a small renovation company at home. It could be said that no matter what, he lived a comparatively comfortable life.。