The fork in my hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
No, it's my birthday, why am I still bound to the system? And what the hell is helping daddy to get mommy back? Where did my mommy come from, my daddy who is so afraid of society that he doesn't even dare to take takeaways?
"Xingchen, what's wrong?" Grandma poked her head out of the kitchen, holding longevity noodles in her hand, "Is the cake not delicious?"
I shook my head and blinked, trying to look normal. As a six-year-old kindergarten student, I should show that my fingers were burned, I choked, or I suddenly wanted to go to the toilet, instead of such advanced reasons as "there is an extra system in my brain."
