When Fu Li woke up, he had short hands and feet, his mother passed away, his grandfather ignored him, his grandmother was unkind, his father did not return from the war, and he had an infant brother. Fu Li lamented to the sky that other families who traveled through time had their own golden fingers.
Either she has a koi constitution, or she doesn't have the space to carry her, and for her, God has forgotten to give her something, and she will be nothing but a mess.
Fu Li: Not talking about feelings, hurting money, falling in love? Not to mention, trouble
Wen Renshu: I'll give you the treasury, I'll give you the ore, I'll be your mobile golden finger, do you want to fall in love?
Sometimes the slap in the face is just a slap in the face. Fu Li nodded hurriedly and said, "Talk!"
Intention: No matter how low life is, God will arrange a golden finger at a certain intersection, which may coincide with love.