The Real and Fake Young Masters

I was dancing to the “Subject Three” song at Haidilao when a rich lady stood up, hugged me, and said that she and her husband were my biological parents.

Although they brought me home, they always took the side of the boy who’d been switched at birth.

The fake young master even mocked my adoptive parents for being pig farmers, and my biological parents enthusiastically agreed with him.

I was utterly baffled. How could millionaires look down on billionaires?