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When Tang Xingluo saw Jiang Fengxiao for the first time, he looked like a little fool soaked in the rain.
Xiao Xingluo looked at her little yellow duck umbrella and the hot milk tea in her hand, and hesitated.
Xing Luo thought, when the male protagonist grows up, he will definitely turn his hands into clouds and turn into rain. He will be rich and spend money like water, which should not be excessive. What she gets in exchange for this cup of milk tea may be gold and silver.
Hesitantly, Xiao Xingluo handed over the milk tea, "Stop crying, I'll treat you to some milk tea."
Xiao Fengxiao's eyebrows were cold and she said, "I won't drink."
Xiao Xingluo was mysterious, looked around, and whispered, "Shh, it can bring good luck!"
Xiao Fengxiao was shocked by her posture and took it over doubtfully, "Really?"
Xiao Xingluo nodded proudly, "Really! Because those who love milk tea will have good luck!"
Xiao Fengxiao, "...".
Later, Xing Luo thought, sure enough, milk tea brings good luck. Who would have thought that she, a little cannon fodder wearing a book, would be where she is today?
Purpose: Even if you are a cannon fodder, you must strive to be the best version of yourself