His mother died of illness and his father didn't care. When Shen Zhaozhao was three years old, he was left in the snow and froze to death.
When she opened her eyes again, she became a time-traveler of modern business wizards, and was taken home by her uncle, the general who had been looking for her for a long time.
The man's name was Shen Che, the first-grade Zhenbei General of the reign, and her uncle.
From then on, the General's Mansion had a little ancestor who was held in the palm of the family's hand. The four cousins took turns doting on her, and my grandmother felt pain in her bones. My uncle even said, "My niece just poked a hole in the sky, and I will fix it for her!"
Shen Zhaozhao looked at the Great Yan Dynasty, which had no chain stores, no shareholding system, and no futures trading, and showed a smile that a three-year-old child should not have.
She accepted this incredible wealth for her uncle.
