Zhouzhou was born with a lack of fortune, and after eating the Taoist temple into bankruptcy, she was finally driven down the mountain to beg for food. But inadvertently, she found a long-term source of sustenance.

After adopting little Zhou Zhou, Madam Qin immediately sent a message to her youngest son, "Look, you have a daughter!"

Qin Lie, who was supposed to be delighted at becoming a father, remained expressionless and said, "Send her away."

The young tyrants of the Qin family, who were supposed to be happy about having a little sister, looked disdainful and said, "We don't want her. She only knows how to cry, not fun at all."

Even the Qin family's arch-enemies were eagerly waiting to see Zhouzhou bankrupt the Qin family.

However, Qin Lie signed contracts every day until his hands were sore, and the Qin family thrived, securing their position as the wealthiest family. Even the crippled seventh brother of the Qin family became able to run and jump.

At a banquet, the young tyrants of the Qin family surrounded Zhouzhou, trying to please her.

"Sister, we'll give you all the delicious food!"

"Sister, what kind of story do you want to hear today? Brother will tell you!"

Qin Lie walked straight over, picked up the little girl, and glanced coldly at his nephews, declaring ownership, "She's my daughter!"

After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

A few minutes later, seeing An Ya and the others all in the room, Ye Lingfeng sipped his tea and spoke.


"Okay." Xi Mo replied casually, his gaze scanning the bag in Ye Lingfeng's hand, pausing momentarily. 


Xi Yan also noticed, puzzled: "Why does he still hold Zhouzhou's bag while making a call?"


Xi Mo remained silent, and his brows furrowed slightly.


Xi Yan's inquiry was casual, and seeing no response from Ye Lingfeng, she didn't dwell on it, continuing to rest on the sofa.


Meanwhile, in the study, Ye Lingfeng locked the door, looking at the bag in his hand, he spoke: "Ancestral Master, could you come out for a moment?"


At his words, the Ancestral Master floated out slowly, asking, "What's the matter?" 


As he spoke, he flicked a talisman from his fingertip. 


Ye Lingfeng blinked, and the next moment, he saw the Ancestral Master's figure. 


The Unlucky Little King