COL+Jin Gao

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

Upon hearing this, the group was momentarily stunned, unable to respond.


Ultimately, they still felt guilty about this whole situation, so they just had to swallow their anger.


Commander didn't hold back and rolled his eyes at them.


A bunch of trash, only good at playing these low-class tricks.


They could break the rules whenever they wanted, but Zhouzhou carrying some food—what's wrong with that?


They're strict with others but lenient with themselves, playing double standards quite obviously.


Commander sneered with disdain, privately wondering when these people would finally disappear. He didn't even know if he could ask Zhouzhou's Mr. Divine Thunder for help, maybe to turn them into charcoal.


Aren't they always pushing for accidents? Then let them die from an accident, see how they like that.


It's Divine Thunder's job to strike, and it only strikes them—this must be divine will!


Go for Wool and Come Home Shorn