Father, like a tiger, Xiao Dingtian, and that Yangliu Riverbank, standing in the wind with tears streaming down his face, crying to himself, wanting to spend a normal life with the girl who wanted to live an ordinary life.,Xu Zimo stood by the riverbank, silently watching his father.,He was an ordinary middle-aged man, dressed in plain blue clothes, and he didn't have a particularly intimidating aura.。