I dressed up as the heroine who ran with the ball in the story "Ba Zong".
According to the plot, I should give birth to a genius baby and make a stunning return five years later.
But I looked at my bank card balance and decided to run away on the spot.
"Having a baby? Whoever wants to do this loss-making business can do it."
Eight years later, I was moving bricks on a construction site to support my family.
A Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped in front of me.
A man in a suit and tie stepped out of the car, and a little boy who looked exactly like me.
The little boy pointed at me and said calmly to the man:
"Dad, there is no need to do a paternity test."
"This aunt's poor appearance is your seed at first glance."
