In the first month of junior college, my adopted daughter decided to drop out of school out of love. I firmly objected, and she turned around and moved in with her boyfriend. After being a mother and daughter for more than ten years, I felt distressed and gave her half of my late husband's inheritance. After my adopted daughter got the money, she warmly invited me to her home to relax. She would bring me a bowl of chicken soup with poisonous rat poison every day. Within half a month, I died with hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I looked at the application form for withdrawal from school that my adopted daughter took out, and I signed it without hesitation.
