In my last life, I donated a kidney to my grandma, so I went to a nursing home for three years. When I came back, I found that my sister had let a beggar picked up from the garbage station take my identity. I endured it silently, but I didn't expect that they would go further and kill me. In my next life, I went directly to the birthday party. Not only did I tear up the beggar who took my identity, but I also asked my grandfather, the real leader of the family, to drive them out of the house.
