Technological Dominance Begins with Raising Children

At least for me, it is a very warm book. Others write about love, but you write about family affection. My brother's gentleness is what I envy the most, and the little guy is also very cute. The entire plot of more than 60 chapters so far looks like it was reproduced in reality. Of course, I am referring to the protagonist, his sister, and all the relatives and friends, just like real ones. It is very lively and flexible. The author must have written such a beautiful novel with great care. However, while writing the book, you must also pay attention to your health and try not to update late. Oh, I mean don't update at night. That is very laborious and not conducive to the author's recovery. Finally, the author needs to keep warm and don't catch a cold again. All of this is for this divine work. [Emot=default,22/]

I saw the protagonist taking his sister to school together, and what he said in front of the grave made me feel a little sad. To be honest, wasn't there a system in place before the protagonist's mother passed away? , Nothing can be saved

First of all, the setting is refreshing and not the usual dad story. Secondly, the rhythm of the nanny in the early stage is indeed very good, and there are basically no poisonous points. In the end, it was just a little bit lacking.

Look at the content at the end of the book. Is this science fiction? This is all about cultivating immortality, right? I advise you not to be tempted by the previous chapter where the protagonist takes the baby to school, because the whole book is about the author bombarding the readers' nerves through various family love routines of the protagonist taking the baby to school. Without these, the whole text will be dry, and such a good idea will be wasted.

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Tell me who rated this novel 9.1. .

There is no specific data on money in the full text, nor on the company's development. You don't know how many goods the pig's trotters company sold and how much profit it made. In less than a year, the company headquarters building was built inexplicably in your hometown. You also don't know how much area it covers, how many floors the company building has, how many buildings there are, and how much money it cost. There is no such thing as data.

The results obtained by this book are awesome... Rich people

Author, how much did you spend?

Alas, even if my heart is as red as iron, I can't dissolve your coldness.