I, the real daughter of a wealthy family, was sent to a detention center by my stepmother. He came out as a cleaner and cleaned the windows in the president's office. All the wealthy families treat me like air, and they don't avoid me when they call and curse people to share the stolen goods. I heard that my stepmother was going to sell the Qin family and she called me a bitch. My hand shook and the rag fell off. The president hung up the phone and looked at me: "Parkinson's or a guilty conscience?" I smiled: "Parkinson's." On the day of the press conference, my stepmother cried and accused me of stealing secrets. I took off my cap and stood up. She turned pale. I repeated her exact words on the phone in the study three years ago: "I changed the signature on the email and stuffed the documents into her drawer." The reporter's shutter exploded. The president said in public: "Mergers and acquisitions are suspended. Check." Why did he help me? When he took a sip of my water, the tips of his ears turned red. I will clean the windows tomorrow, will he come? Bring a rag.
