Ever since Hou Ziqi ran into something supernatural and met a female ghost, he's been living a miserable life, squeezed dry by them. He'd never imagined he could be this ambitious in his life.
He has no choice but to work hard at night, then steep goji berries in his cup during the day.
Even so, the female ghosts at home still show no restraint, relentlessly demanding things from him and tormenting him mentally.
“What are we having for dinner tonight?”
“You've already eaten eight meals today!”
“I want to buy this skin. Could you top up my account with some more money?”
“Six hundred and forty-eight for a stupid skin? Are they robbing us?”
The dispirited boy clutched his wallet and let out a desperate groan.
