Yue Qingqing's words made Zhuang Rouhui's heart sink.
She believed in fate, otherwise she wouldn't have trusted in Qi Fortune back then.
"I've suspected it for a long time! You really bring me bad luck, I shouldn't have given birth to you, a spawn of evil. I should have drowned you in the stinking ditch behind the hospital when you were born!"
At this moment, Zhuang Rouhui didn't care about the property, she just wanted to kill Yue Qingqing.
"It's not bringing bad luck; it's because you originally had my fortune, and I'm just taking it back."
Yue Qingqing twirled her fingertips in the air, and a small orange light appeared.
It looked like an extremely tiny warm sun, but it emitted an alluring glow.
Upon seeing this scene, Zhuang Rouhui's tongue seemed tied in knots.
"This, this..."
"How should I explain this to you? It's some of the ethereal things that mortals talk about. Normally, you shouldn't be able to see them."
