After We Were Switched at Birth, I Just Wanted to Be a Laid-Back Nobody

The day I got the call, I'd just finished the last mouthful of instant noodle soup. The plastic fork was still between my teeth when the words "Ms. Lin" flashed across my phone screen. That was my adoptive mother, Lin Wantang. A woman who wouldn't even let her own daughter have anything but her surname as a form of address. "Hello?" I mumbled, pushing the instant noodle cup to the other side of my desk. There was silence for a few seconds on the other end, followed by a heavy breath. "Jiang Chun," she said, her voice as cold and rigid as ever, as if carved from jade. "Come back now. There's something I need to discuss with you." "Okay." I stared at my game screen, where my teammates were calling me a cheater