Qing Chen's throat was choked for a long time: "What kind of feudal superstition is this? Eating chocolate won't make you smarter."
"Who said so? Hurry up and eat," his brother pretended to be serious.
At this moment, a gentle voice from his sister-in-law came from outside: "Wash your hands and eat now, I have good news for you. I found a clerical job today! This way, you won't have to work so hard, and Xiao Chen won't face such a huge financial pressure for the travel expenses to City No. 10."
For some reason, Qing Chen suddenly sat at the desk in his bedroom, shedding tears like rain. He didn't know why he was so sad, only feeling that no day in his life was more sorrowful than today.
Gradually, his sobbing grew louder.
He remembered, he was not the Inner World young Qing Chen.
He was the Master of Daytime, the next generation leader of the Knights, the future master of Qing's Family!
He was an internal beta Time Traveler!
Qing Chen!
