"You stepped on me..." A plaque at Jiang Luohe's feet spoke. "I'm sorry..." "It's okay, just don't knock your feet." The plaque made a shy voice. Du Qianshu is a good-for-nothing goddess, and Jiang Luohe is an incompetent prince. "You two are a perfect match." Zishang said while cracking melon seeds. "I think so," he said with a serious face. ...... "Why do you keep following me." An annoyed face. Du Qianshu looked at Jiang Luohe seriously, "Have you... Forgotten?" "Forgot... Something." He looked expectantly. "In the last life, you owed me two vegetable buns, a meat pie, and five cents." He rambled in a serious manner, "I'm here to collect the debt." "..."