On a rainy night, the old lady of the Shen family threw the pregnancy test form on my face: "Does a fake daughter deserve to be pregnant with the Shen family?" When I was driven out of the door, my knees hit the steps, and blood flowed down the hem of my skirt into the sewer. Five years later, I returned to the entertainment industry with my son Gu Ziqi and a spiritual spring that can wash my marrow and extend my life. When he was three years old, he wrote code to hack into the Shen Group's database. At the age of five, he used tea grown in Lingquan to cure Mr. Shen from coughing up blood. Shen Yanheng slapped the equity transfer document in front of me: "Sign it, and I'll give you one billion." I poured the spiritual spring water in front of him - the contract paper instantly grew vines and wrapped around his wrist. "Back then you unilaterally tore up the adoption contract. According to Article 47 of the "Shen Family Code", you should compensate me three times the family property." Gu Ziqi raised the tablet, and 3,000 hot searches scrolled across the screen: ## ##. Shen Manni rushed into the press conference and screamed: "She is a liar!" I turned on the spiritual spray and pointed it at her face - "Here, let me show you whose face is ruined first."
