The Real and Fake Young Masters: I Conquer the City with Medicine and Craftsmanship

The day my biological parents brought me back to their wealthy household, I clutched the old toolbox and acupuncture kit my adoptive father had left me, looking like a joke.

The fake young master stepped on my things, ordered me to serve tea and water, and tripped me in front of everyone.

My biological parents said, “Don't bring junk into the house.”

I neither cried nor made a scene. I took out my phone and wrote down everyone's names.