My house was demolished and divided into seven sets of resettlement houses.
Two sets for my sister, three sets for my brother, one set for my parents, and one set for my grandma.
Without me.
They said that I was a daughter and would get married sooner or later; that I was working in other places and had no shortage of housing; and that the family should not worry about it.
Until I found out that the document "voluntarily giving up rights and interests" was signed with my name and someone else's fingerprints.
They thought I would still be as sensible as before.
But this time, I couldn't bear it anymore.
Suite 7 doesn't have my key?
From that moment on, I stopped being the most sensible daughter of the Shen family.
Then don't blame me for personally opening up this scam that was covered up by family affection.
