It is still in the first person (by the way, although I am not interested in first-person writing, I find it surprisingly easy to write). "I" am a second-generation rich man who has never had any experience in foster care, has a rich family, but is stingy. A strange story about the fostered person training the fosterer. I have accomplished nothing, I am addicted to staying at home, and I don't want to make progress. My family loves me, so I just keep to myself. He has experienced hundreds of battles, is absolutely present, aggressive, and has no one to love him, so he can walk around the world. Two completely different personalities met under a small roof. "Hey, don't you just do what you want?" "Please come early next time, boss." This is probably the way to get along with each other. ------------------------If the deposit box is not empty yet, I will still live happily. I will probably update from Monday to Friday and have a weekend break =3=Thank you for supporting me!
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