"Yue Lao, Yue Lao, look at the marriage you blindly arranged for me, and those two are fighting again." The little fairy boy dressed in white and with his hair in two buns ran over in a hurry and stood next to Yue Lao, panting. His pink face was really cute. An old man with completely white hair and eyebrows slowly stood up, patted the little fairy boy's head gently, and said with a smile, "Hitting is kissing, scolding is love, you are still young, you don't understand." The little fairy boy frowned and muttered to himself, "It's strange for a mortal to still love even after his front teeth have been knocked out." Looking at the little fairy boy walking away, Yue Lao took out his mouthpiece. With the reading glasses in his bag, he walked quickly to a pile of red ropes. "You are really old. You can tie it wrong. Fortunately, you were not discovered." Yue Lao quickly tied the rope, but when he got up, he unexpectedly hooked the other two red ropes. "Hey, this person is old." After that, he squatted down and tied the red rope again, and then walked away quietly, leaving only one red rope floating in the wind. Little did they know, it completely changed the fate of several young people.