Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead's Daughter

Only then did Bobo notice that Chuchu was fast asleep. 

The little girl was sleeping soundly. Her small hands were holding a corner of the light-colored blanket. The corners of her round mouth were slightly open, and she was having sweet dreams with her light, wind-like breathing... She looked cute and obedient when she was sleeping.

Cheng Qi's driving speed was also extremely slow!

He drove for a long hour for a trip that should take twenty minutes.

Bobo didn't dare to complain. He quietly hid in the back seat and played with his phone.

Bobo almost wanted to send a text message to his father to ask, "Dad, tell me honestly, is that little girl called Gu Chu your illegitimate daughter?"

If she wasn't an illegitimate daughter, then why did my cold and powerful brother, Cheng Qi, dote on Little Gu Chu as if she was his own sister?

--

Late at night, in a certain building in New York.

Hacker K faced the camera, and he sent out the last words of tonight's live broadcast. "Alright, everyone, today's live broadcast of the world hacker competition has ended. There is no doubt that the champion is Ace of Hearts. At the same time, I would like to kindly remind everyone that our hacker forum has already been hacked by Ace of Hearts. Everyone, it's best if you don't post anything bad about Ace of Hearts on the forum."

"We've never seen Ace of Hearts before. Who knows if he or she will hold a grudge?"

The comments in the live broadcast room became more cautious:

"I'll delete this account right now and change to a different account to continue the fun."

"It's over, it's over. Not long ago, I even called Ace of Hearts a coward... Will they track down my IP address and hack my computer? What about the dozens of gigabytes of learning materials on my computer?"

"Can we share our learning materials? I just love learning."

"Love Learning + 1"

"Love Learning + ID card number"

...

Hacker K saw that the live broadcast room was starting to talk dirty and shrugged. "Alright, everyone in the live broadcast room, today's live broadcast ends here. Remember to follow the host -- Ahem, bye."

Hacker K turned off the live broadcast.

He took off his black mask, changed out of his thick coat, and leaned in front of the mirror to take a look at his handsome face, and he wailed, "Bro! Can't you prepare a mask that allows me to breathe? What material is this mask made of? I've been wearing it for three hours, and I have acne on my face! I'm a handsome game host, and I rely on my face to make a living!"

Lin Xiaozhou poked the small red pimple that appeared on his nose bridge.

He wanted to cry but had no tears.

The door to the room opened, and Lin Mo placed a cup of lemon honey water on the table. "Drink it."

Lin Xiaozhou's small face fell, and he gulped down more than half of the water. The pain in his throat from talking for a long time had finally eased a little. Lin Xiaozhou walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa. "Brother, you're actually a hacker. I really couldn't tell."

Lin Mo took off his suit and tie and changed his clothes. "I'm not a hacker."

Lin Xiaozhou: "But... don't you have a hacker organization called Poker?"

Lin Mo changed into his gray uniform and said indifferently, "I'm the boss of this organization, not a hacker."

Lin Xiaozhou: I'm impressed.

Being a hacker wasn't great. What was great was being the boss of hackers.

Lin Xiaozhou worked as an assistant for more than half a month, busying himself every day, watching his big brother discuss business with all kinds of people. Lin Xiaozhou realized that his big brother had an indescribable aura -- commonly known as "Big Brother's Aura".

It was as if he was born above everyone.

He did not look like a 26-year-old young man at all.

Even if he was talking business with a 50-to 60-year-old upper-class big shot, Lin Mo could still be calm, composed, blunt with his words.. His speech and manner were not immature, and his aura was outstanding, he made a bunch of seniors in their 50s or 60s look like "butlers".