Ye, the Metaphysics Boss at the Overpass Stall Is Madam!

Eighteen-year-old Yan Qiao was brought home from a Taoist temple by her family. Everyone said that Miss Yan was raised to be a charlatan and a charlatan. The whole Jiangcheng was waiting for the day when she would be exposed, her reputation would be ruined, and she would laugh at her. Unexpectedly, her neck had grown so long that instead of seeing her make a fool of herself, the boss who went to hold her thigh crossed the threshold of the Yan family. There is a long queue in front of Yan's house every day with money! "Please, Master Yan, save my life!" "Please, Master Yan, remove my bad luck!" Everyone was dumbfounded! Wait, why does that figure look so familiar? Mr. Xiao, a nobleman in the Beijing circle who is known as the Living King of Hell, is also queuing up? Why is he holding flowers and a ring in his hand? At the door of the Yan family, the three brothers of the Yan family, father and mother, stood side by side, looking at Li Xiao with hostility in his eyes: If you want to take away the Yan family's treasure, you must get past us first! Li Xiao smiled charmingly: Can you guys stop me?