We Broke up Last Night and This Morning the Richest Man in the City Called Me Grandson

Last night, I was dumped in front of the food stall by my campus beauty girlfriend of three years. She was holding a wealthy second-generation supercar driver on her arm and laughed at me for not being able to even afford a meal of seafood. At seven o'clock this morning, I was squatting at the door of the rental house with instant noodles. A Maybach with Beijing A88888 was directly in front of me. An old man in a Chinese tunic suit got out of the car with a faucet and a cane. In front of the entire alley of waste collectors, breakfast sellers, and people rushing to catch the bus, his voice shook the instant noodles: "You brat, are you hiding here to eat garbage? Go home with grandpa, and the whole city's industry will be yours from now on." I was confused - this old man was the richest man in the city. My mother had been missing for ten years, but it turned out that she was his grandson who had been looking for him for ten years.