Song Caicai stirred coffee in the wrapped cafe, squinting at Munshan's speech. No wonder I've been so unlucky before. It turned out to be a geomancy problem. The damn Muchudi was useless. She couldn't even do this trivial thing well. If she hadn't concealed her father's death information, how could we let her choose the cemetery? Orphans are orphans. They have no brains at all. Jointly harmed me and my mother, fortunately you, Caicai, you are my lucky star.

"It's all fate. When will your family move their graves?"

Mushan did not notice Song Caicai's enthusiasm. She thought Song Caicai was kind to her and regarded her as a true...