Ye Shen couldn't control himself and gave the Little Daoist's head a rub, saying, "Kid, are your Daoist skills up to par? My luck today isn't shining brightly; I've been down on my luck, toiled as a laborer for someone all afternoon. But tell me quickly, how am I 'unable to escape good fortune'?"
"Because, Uncle, you've met Baby!"
The Little Daoist stretched out her chubby little finger, pointing at her soft, cute self and saying, "Meeting me is the greatest fortune you have today, Uncle. You're quite blessed today."
For a moment, Ye Shen found himself at a loss for words: "..."
Ye Siyuan also squatted down and said, "Kid, why don't you tell me how my luck is today?"
Su Chaoyang, the little baby, shook her head, her eyes blinking like black grapes, and said, "Auntie, your forehead is darkened; it's certain you will encounter a bloody disaster today."
"PFFT, HA HA HA..." Ye Shen felt a sense of balance in his heart.
