My adopted daughter accidentally broke the porcelain that was a national gift to my brother, who is a space pilot. I didn't panic or help when I bumped into him, but calmly took a sip of my saliva. He watched calmly as the national gift porcelain was thrown to the ground and broken into pieces. Just because in the previous life, I reached out my hand to receive the national gift porcelain as soon as possible, but it was still a step too late, and the national gift porcelain fell to pieces. My adopted daughter insisted that it was me who did it. My father, who had finished his scientific research, came over with witnesses and couldn't help but conclude that it was me who did it. I helplessly asked my husband, a business tycoon and CEO, for help, but he threw away my hand: "You evil-hearted villain! He tricked me into leaving just to break the national gift of porcelain!" My angry brother locked me up on the rooftop and left me to die in the 70-degree heat. Before I died, I couldn't understand why both my husband and my father wanted to slander me. Until I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my adopted daughter smashed the national gift porcelain.
