Wearing the Control Group, I Relied on the Lottery System to Beautify the World

The day I was kicked out of a wealthy family dressed as a fake daughter, I cried so hard that I hugged the nanny's leg and wouldn't let go. My good sister, who is really a daughter, stood at the door of the villa, pretending to comfort me from a high position: "Sister, don't blame your parents, after all, you have occupied my position for sixteen years." The adoptive parents looked disgusted: "Stop acting and get out of here. It will be bad luck to see you." I cried even more sadly, but silently said in my heart: "System, calculate the merits."