My name is Tu Siying, I am seventeen years old. I hate my father. He married three times and killed two wives. I hate my brother. He beat me, confiscated my mobile phone, and told me not to embarrass the family. I hate my grandma. She always said "it's for your own good" but secretly told the whole family that I was the bad guy. I hated that four-story self-built house. It was like a cage. I had been locked in it for five years. So I ran. Climb over the wall, ride an electric car, and seek refuge with a boy who is willing to say "I will support you." This is the first time I live for myself. As for my scumbag brother? He was kneeling in another city to beg his ex-girlfriend for forgiveness. After kneeling, he rolled back to CiCi's bed. He deserves it.
