Bullying

The real daughter was admitted home, and I was embarrassed as a fake daughter. So he packed up his things overnight and returned to the small eighteenth-tier county where he was supposed to be born. Transferred to a school where yellow hair is rampant and spirited girls run around everywhere. I looked at my coat, which had been damaged by milk tea. Sighing slightly, he took out his purchase record and held out his payment code. "Forty-eight thousand, please pay."