Many men in the world are scoundrels—

After asking a few simple questions, Liang Chao hung up the phone.

Actually, it wasn't such a big deal overall.

It was his old man, always plagued by some strange streak of bad luck that started many years ago.

However, these were mostly inconsequential matters to them, at the most, it was his dad's bad luck—he was just an unlucky fellow, so no one took it seriously.

After all, his father had once been a run-of-the-mill rich scion, a steadfast atheist until he met Tang Jin.

From then on, his worldview was completely remodeled; his simple materialist perspective crumbled away.

But these past few days, the situation had become increasingly apparent—the bad luck that originally plagued only his father slowly enveloped the entire family.

It started with everyone joking about someone's misfortune, but the incidents began to happen more frequently.

In the end, nobody could laugh it off.

Even family members who didn't believe in such things started to have their doubts.