The Tales of Draconic Warlock - Chapter 28: My Secondary Class

Shu Yu has passed through the book, and has become a poor cannon fodder who was implicated by the dead female supporting role and only appeared twice and was finally exiled for thousands of miles.

After finding that he could not change the result, Shu Yu decided to eat, drink, lie down and wait.

Who knew that the exile had not yet come, but she was suddenly told that she was not the daughter of the Shu family.

Her biological parents were peasant households who lived so hard to make ends meet that their house was leaking.

And the Shu family decided to obliterate her in order to hide her blemish.

Shu Yu: Come on, I can’t kill you.

Returning to his biological parents, Shu Yu finally sighed as he looked at the plate of pickles and a bowl of porridge on the table and placed in front of him, as well as his parents’ nervous and bewildered expressions.

You can’t lie flat, or you’ll starve to death.

Seven years ago, Shen Qianshu is impregnated with Ye Ling’s child in an accident.
Seven years later, the little boy becomes famous and is thought of as the nation’s son.

When he suddenly sees Ye Ling appear, he greets, “Hello, Daddy?”
Ye Ling watches as the little prince roars, “Where’s my princess?”
Just as Shen Qianshu is preparing to run with her son, she gets pushed down by Ye Ling.

“You can leave if you want, but leave me a princess first. Let’s have another baby!”

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Gu Xingshen! Your sister grabbed my man, you helped your sister grab my man! Your family is not anything good!

“My sister owes you, I will pay you.” “How will you pay for it!”

“Me”

“…” Later, this guy not only lost himself, but also included a little sticky bun……

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.