My Daughter Has Some Space, and the Ninety-Year-Old Cannon Fodder's Family Has Won.

After rounds of counterattack missions, Ming Huanxi was finally able to counterattack himself. He was about to change the fate of his family's cannon fodder, rolled up his sleeves and prepared for a big fight, but the atmosphere at home felt strange. The family seemed to have received enlightenment overnight, perfectly avoiding several big pitfalls and supporting the home that should have been in pieces. Dad Ming, if he wants to use our family as a stepping stone, he has to ask me, the head of the family, if he agrees. Now that he has started planning work, he doesn't want this job. Wouldn't it be better to be his own boss? Ming's mother, what kind of damn setting is this? It's not so cruel to knock the bones and suck out the marrow. Whoever wants to be this cannon fodder, she wants to lead her family to be beautiful alone. Brother Ming, huh, you still want to slander yourself for cheating, so let me show you what a technological genius he is. Brother Ming, I am a gangster, who am I afraid of? However, being a gangster seems a little less pleasant, and changing clothes is not bad either. Ming Huanxi, after all the hard work, I came back with a space of supplies and a lot of skills to counterattack. You actually told me that this is a life where I can win? No, everyone is working so hard, so she has to get involved and let the so-called protagonist see who is the cannon fodder? But this rolls around. Why did the cannon fodder man get involved too, and he couldn't even kick him away...