My daughter died with hatred, and I was reborn

A lot of Jin Ting, the richest man He said that he was cold in love and would not marry;He said that he was lonely all his life, and people...No one knows that there is a little woman buried in the tomb of the old house When he was dressed, the sixteen-year-old woman was humiliated and left him to die with tears of blood;The son bullied his sister's enemy with his hand blade He vomited blood and died. He woke up and turned back to fifteen years ago: he was still young, his daughter was one year old, and he was learning from his brother's teeth: cold, cold, cold...Tears welled up in his eyes...