The Cute Baby Runs with the Ball, and His Father Is an Interstellar Tyrant

Five years ago, I ran away with the ball. Five years later, when I returned to China, I met the father of my child - the iron-blooded tyrant of the future interstellar empire. My cute baby's system pops up live every day and he is unlucky: he was struck by lightning today, chased by a dog tomorrow, and kicked away by me the day after tomorrow. The tyrant was furious: Why does this woman always appear when I make a fool of myself? I sneered: Because you are already on the system blacklist.