That night, the moonlight was windy.

Mu Nan was wrapped in a twist quilt. He took out a diary and a black signature pen, turned on a small lamp, and wrote down the first diary that he had entered the Saint-Hua Financial District.

"Monday, 15 May 201X clear"

I, Mu Nan, have lived for eighteen years. I never thought that I would end up as a "slave" one day.

Last week, I was in Wuzhen High School, but now I'm working as an "assistant" in ...