Xie Baichuan always felt that he was abandoned by fate and good luck would never belong to him. Until one day at the intersection, I met a fortune teller, who said that something good was going to happen to him recently, and that there was someone who would complement him. Once the two people met, his miserable life would be over in a few years at most. He wanted to know the information about the destined person, fifty yuan.
Xie Baichuan looked at the person in front of him. Wearing sunglasses, he looked like he was cheating and abducting him. He walked around the person and called the police on someone spreading feudal superstition.
But not long after, his good luck really seemed to show up.
Ji Qingxiao: Who are you, handsome guy?
Xie Baichuan:?
Intention: I have no control over my destiny