Reborn, the Green-Tea Poor Student’s Perfect Image Crumbled

Outside the orphanage, Wang Zheng, the poor student I had been supporting, stared at me with disgust. “If you won’t let Jiangjiang ride with us, I’m not going to your house either.” In the past, blinded by love, I would have meekly given in. Too bad for him, I had been reborn. Looking at this pair of vile people who had once caused me to lose both my life and my child, the rage surging through me turned into a cold smile. “Then stay here and rot alongside your Jiangjiang~” “Trash belongs in the garbage, after all~”