Due to the typhoon delaying the start of school, the counselor asked everyone to register their place.
Someone in the class actually located directly at the location of my villa.
I was trapped in the hotel and couldn't help but raise a question mark.
Isn't this my home?
That classmate directly sent a video of him in my villa.
And the number of sports cars parked at my villa.
Taunting me in turn.
"Some students from the countryside have never seen such a mansion. It is understandable why they are so vain and pretend to be me."
I called my parents.
"Mom and Dad, is there a burglar in our house?"
