A Rich Parent's Regret for Their Biological Daughter

On New Year's Eve, which was also my twentieth birthday, my parents left an egg as a birthday present and went to work overtime.

I ran out secretly to buy an instant noodle for extra food, but I only found out that my parents were celebrating a girl’s birthday.

They had chartered a luxury restaurant for her and invited many classmates. They drove luxury cars. They also had a private driver. Their birthday gift to her was a villa, a pink super car and a back card with a hundred thousand dollars.