After entering the top laboratory in the country during my sophomore year, everyone assumed that I had taken shortcuts.
My mother threw away the gift I made with her own hands and said with disdain:
"I don't have a son who is addicted to lying like you."
My fiancée warned me:
"Remember your identity as the son-in-law of the Qin family."
Later, my brother destroyed my left hand and they asked me to give up on pursuing the responsibility.
After being sent to the hospital and waking up, I called my master.
"I would like to join the national secret rocket program."
