I was critically ill just after birth, so my adoptive parents spent all their money to give me porridge to keep me alive. Outside the screen, the old father said in a deep voice that he was willing to suffer for me. I opened my mouth to call my parents, but no sound came out of my throat. The system dinged: The time travel was successful, bound to the Ming Dynasty National Games System, the first task was to survive tonight. There were hurried footsteps outside the door: Master, madam, it's not good! Officers and soldiers came to check the disaster relief accounts! I clenched my fists, not only did I want to survive tonight, I also wanted to keep this home.
