Rise of the Humble O

On the west side of the village stood a high hill, from which one could see most of the village. On top of the hill stood a tigerish boy of about five or six years old, gazing at the village with emotion.,If it has come, then accept it. Think about the predicament of a professional in the 21st century with nowhere to use their skills. Since now there's an opportunity to get a job from heaven, not taking the chance would be a waste of heaven's gift. Besides, I was an orphan without any ties in my past life anyway.,At this time, Zhu Ping'an's heart was filled with warmth. The family members of this life, whether it was his hot-tempered mother, his taciturn father, or his older brother who was about ten years old but surprisingly mature and honest, were all kind to him from the bottom of their hearts.。