Xia Zhihuai was a top-tier star who rose to fame at a young age. However, after his group disbanded, he encountered a series of unexpected accidents, facing a streak of bad luck.

One day, the police asked him to claim a three-and-a-half-year-old runaway child who claimed to be his younger sister. When they first met, the little one had a serious expression and solemnly told him that he was about to face a big wave of bad luck. Xia Zhihuai rolled his eyes in disbelief, thinking, "Who would believe such nonsense?"

However, a few days later, Xia Zhihuai lost all his resources and completely faded from the spotlight. In pain and frustration, he resolutely went back to hold onto little Wanwan's short legs, begging, "Boss, help me." But Wanwan replied, "Helping for you is impossible. Brother, you'd better come back home and farm with me."

Since returning to his hometown and starting farming, Xia Zhihuai felt that his previous self was a fool. Why struggle when living a leisurely life as a slacker? Every day, he enjoyed the spiritual fruits and vegetables, witnessed his cute little sister's full of enthusiasm, and also live-streamed the daily life of farming in the countryside. Watching various top-tier figures from different realms paying big money for his family's produce, Xia Zhihuai's life became more and more comfortable.

On the other hand, seeing her brother becoming more plump, Wanwan fell into contemplation. "Why are other people's brothers so outstanding while my brother is a lazy bone?" So every day, Wanwan asked, "Fellow immortals, how can I motivate my brother to strive for progress? Waiting online, quite urgent."

My Little Sister's Farming Live Stream Went Viral on the Internet

After receiving more specific information, Xia Zhihuai thanked Piao Yuzhou for the reminder and hung up the phone. Returning to the dining table with his phone, he reached out to Huang Xikong.


Huang Xikong raised an eyebrow at him. "Go buy another one yourself."


"I've already eaten," Huang Xikong said casually, holding the ice cream in his hand. "Ice cream that's been eaten by ghosts has no flavor."


Using such small tricks to retaliate against him for using the freezer.


He was speechless. "Don't they say grown-ups should be generous? How did you become a prime minister?"


Huang Xikong calmly rolled his eyes. "Back then, we didn't have the saying that a prime minister's belly could hold a ship."


He didn't want to argue with Huang Xikong anymore, so he got up, bought another ice cream, and sat back next to Wanwan.


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