Ke Weixi's eyes were forlorn: "Ke Weixi became famous, but I, the real designer, ended up like this. I have nothing left; I can't even prove my own identity."
"What about your ID card? That can prove it!" Gu Xiaoer asked anxiously.
"Ha, Ke Weixi is a stage name I gave myself..." In the design industry, it's common for designers to give themselves stage names for promotion.
Gu Xiaoer suddenly realized. No wonder the other party could be so thorough, leaving Ke Weixi in such despair. The person didn't give him any room to fight back at all!
"But, uncle, don't you still have yourself?"
A tender voice suddenly spoke up, awakening the minds of the three adults.
Li Wanzi tilted her little head, her round eyes clear and clean: "Uncle Ke, they can steal everything from you, but they can't steal your mind!"
The innocent words were like wise advice, hitting the nail on the head.
