When I Was Eighteen Years Old, My Dad Told Me That I Was the Second Generation of Rich People.

After 18 years of eating porridge and pickled mustard, Xiao Hang thought that his life would be mediocre. The teacher's rejection and the classmates' ridicule! The goddess's licking dog! All this is just because he is poor! ! Poor! ! One day when I came home and couldn't find the door, I saw a million-dollar villa! Is this a mustard thing? A butler walked out and called me Master! ! ? Dad is a billionaire? Wait, there is too much information, and the poor boy turns into a prince? From then on, he embarks on the road of being slapped in the face by rich people. Guys who look down on others, get ready to receive my generous gift!