Three-and-a-half-year-old Shen went down the mountain to find his father. On the first day, he hugged Feng Sihan, the most ruthless man in the imperial capital.
Everyone in the city knew that Feng Sihan was a lone evil star, a bastard of relatives and friends, and would not survive until twenty-eight. Everyone was waiting to see the little milk ball being thrown out, but they saw Feng Sihan carrying her home with a cold face: "I'll keep it."
Later——
At the banquet of a wealthy family, the actress was so gorgeous that she sighed loudly: "Auntie, the evil spirit on your face is about to overflow."
At the business summit, the big bosses were talking eloquently, and they all took out their compasses: "Uncle, there is black smoke coming from your ancestral grave."
Everyone laughed at this as feudal superstition, until the movie queen's house collapsed and the boss went bankrupt. They knelt at the door of Feng's house and cried: "Little ancestor, save us!"
Feng Sihan hugged the little dumpling tightly in his arms and raised his thin lips slightly: "Quine in line, my daughter's time is very expensive."
Just when Tuantuan was prospering by relying on metaphysics, his real biological father brought half of the metaphysics world to kill him——
"This baby is of my family's goddess bloodline!"
Feng Sihan's eyebrows were cold: "Go away, she only has one father, and that's me."
