My Divine Path

Me, Mu Qingyan He works overtime and is crowded into a crowd on the subway. The rice with mustard greens and rice is fragrant. He has been working conscientiously for more than ten years. He is a representative of a man who first established a career and then started a family. I have finally saved up enough for a two-bedroom apartment in the city center. I can drive the cross-country car I just mentioned to pay for the apartment tomorrow without having to squeeze into the subway. Then I can find a beautiful and virtuous wife and start my happy little life. But he choked on a handful of Liuwei Dihuang Pills? Are you kidding me? The only good thing is that he didn't become Piao. But! What's going on with the opening scene of "Sleeping on the Street"? After all, I can be considered a time traveler, right? Even without a golden finger, a harem of beauties, and a noble birth! Why don't you give me a whole pair of normal clothes? Holding a few pieces of rags around her waist in one hand, and holding a broken porcelain bowl that looked like it had been chewed up with only the bottom left in the other, Mu Qingyan stood on an unfamiliar street looking at the sky at a 90-degree angle, speechless and choked... Mu Qingyan: Hello! Mediocrity, am I your biological child? There is a protagonist like me... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.