The Fake Daughter Held a Coming-of-age Ceremony, but the Real Daughter Died on a Rainy Night
by Picking Up Flowers In The Morning And Evening
About This Novel
On the 700th day of severing the relationship between mother and daughter, I delivered food to my mansion. She was organizing a coming-of-age ceremony for the poor students she sponsored, and the champagne tower was taller than me. I was overtime for two minutes due to heavy rain, and she threw red wine on my face in front of everyone. Looking at me who was soaked all over, she sneered and fed the plate of Australian dragon to the dog: "I can't even understand how to deliver a takeaway. Where did you get the nerve to sever ties with me in the first place?" "If you don't want to starve to death outside, just come back and kneel down to beg me." I wiped the wine stains on my face and calmly opened the payment code. "I accept the overtime fine, but you have to pay the delivery fee for this order, which is five yuan." Times have changed, and I no longer need her charity. But five and a half bucks was just enough for me to buy my last pack of painkiller powder.
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