The fork in my hand clattered to the floor.
Wait, I was just having a birthday. How did I get bound to a System? And what’s this about helping Daddy win Mommy back? My dad is so socially anxious he won’t even answer the door for a food delivery. Where is he supposed to find a mommy?
“Xingchen, what’s wrong?” Grandma poked her head out of the kitchen, carrying longevity noodles. “Is the cake not tasty?”
I shook my head and blinked, trying to look normal. As a six-year-old in my final year of kindergarten, I should pretend I burned my finger, choked on something, or suddenly need to use the bathroom, not give some fancy excuse like “there’s a System in my head.”
