My name is Chen Mo, I am 25 years old and a waste.
In the eyes of everyone, I am just a social animal who delivers food, and I am not as good as a dog.
They don't know that I have to raise six sky-high tuition fees every month to raise six "children" I have never met.
Until that day, I was publicly humiliated and a military-branded off-road vehicle stopped abruptly.
The 14-year-old eldest son walked down, dressed in the uniform of the National Defense University, and saluted me: "Dad, I'm walking out."
Before everyone could recover from the shock, admission notices from Tsinghua University and Political Science and Law had already arrived one after another.
The jeers stopped abruptly and turned into horror.
I thought this was just the beginning, but little did I know that this was actually the tip of the iceberg of the mystery of my identity.
Later, my 12-year-old computer genius son hacked into the global system just to vent my anger;
The business genius son bought the property and said calmly:
"Dad, don't rent it, this building belongs to you."
When the most mysterious little daughter also appeared, she looked at me with tears in her eyes:
"Dad, how long are you going to pretend to have amnesia? It's time to remember the lost three years." At this moment, a mysterious organization called [Time Sequence Picket] is quietly approaching.
They told me: "Your very existence is a mistake and must be corrected."
My children stood in front of me, looking at the world with cold eyes:
"Whoever dares to touch my father, we will make him disappear completely from time."
