The Real Young Master Only Loves Fortune Telling and Doesn't Bother to Recognize His Ancestors and Return to His Clan

In the seventh year of setting up a fortune-telling stall on Tianqiao, I had just escaped the attack of the urban management to set up the stall. A woman covered in jewelry suddenly appeared, crying and saying she was my mother. I scratched my face and nodded calmly. The young woman behind her with heavy makeup looked contemptuous and taunted. "With his attitude, we shouldn't come to him and let him fend for himself here!" Not far away, there is a Mediterranean Sea, leading a fair-skinned boy towards here. I cupped my chin and looked at the unknown people in front of me, and sighed deeply. Crying mother, bald father, irritable sister, and stupid him. I really don't know what kind of good attitude I should have towards the disaster that is destined for me.