Others roll the rolls desperately just to show themselves holy in front of others; I, Gu An, roll the rolls to become a god just to make my sister a salted fish!
Michelin-level feeding, god-level tutoring, special forces-level security... I turned the matter of raising a sister into a hellish difficulty.
Seeing that the "Salted Fish Cultivation Plan" is about to be completed, my sister actually wants to enroll in a cram school?
The new Buddhist sister who moved next door also said that I was "mentally abusing"?
How unreasonable! No one can stop me from raising my sister as a salted fish!
