A short story about no blood relationship between attack and reception, a mindless and joyful short story, written in the first person.
I am the real daughter of the extremely wealthy Zhao family... No, the real young master.
The fake young master is the president of the group, my brother.
In my previous life, I was instigated by others and always wanted to defeat them, and finally died while drunk and driving.
After rebirth, I read counterattack and cool articles, read crazy literature, determined to slap the villain in the face, and attack my brother.
The effect of this novel is very good, but... Why the hell is this a novel with two male protagonists? !
Concept: Brainless fun, pseudo-orthopedics