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Qin Ruohan's dim eyes suddenly brightened up after being encouraged. He looked up and asked innocently, "Sister-in-law, what do you think I am best at?"

Ye Zhiyu fell silent and looked at Qin Ruohan quietly.

Under Qin Ruohan's earnest gaze, she chose to escape.

Brat!

Can't you see that she was just being polite?

Ye Zhiyu, who had just gone to the bathroom to pee, was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard her sharp-tongued sister-in-law saying to her silly third brother, "Third brother, I think you are suitable for herding cattle. When you grow up, you will go back to the mainland to herd cattle and you will definitely be the most suitable person in the village to herd cattle!"

Then, her third brother-in-law burst into tears.

Ye Zhiyu was suddenly overwhelmed.

Help! If she is guilty, please let the police come and talk to her instead of the crying of the brother-in-law!

Fortunately, she didn't have the urge to go to the toilet, otherwise, she would have been scared to death now.

Ye Zhiyu couldn't hide anymore when her brother-in-law was crying. She washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom. "What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Qin Ruolan! She said that I...I will go back...to herd cattle in the future!" Qin Ruolan cried and squealed like a pig.

Ye Zhiyu could see that the little girl's words had caused great harm to her third brother's young heart. Now he didn't even call her "sister" anymore, but just called her by her full name.

Qin Ruolan didn't expect that her words would be so destructive.

"I'm telling the truth. Third brother is so stupid. What if he doesn't go back to herd cattle and gets cheated?"

"You called me stupid!"

Qin Ruohan cried even louder.

Ye Zhiyu could only separate the two. In front of Qin Ruohan, he was rude to Qin Ruolan, and privately told the little girl: "Your third brother can't bear to part with your second brother, so he is like this, you should give in to him a little."

This sentence had a great effect. Qin Ruolan patted her chest and promised that she would definitely give in to him in the future.

Under Qin Ruolan's reassuring gaze, Ye Zhiyu said to Qin Ruohan outside, "Hanhan, I scolded my sister. She won't talk to you like this anymore."

Ye Zhiyu's answer was a feigned strong, nasal "humph".

After comforting the two little ones, Ye Zhiyu set off for the overpass.

When they were almost at the overpass, Ye Zhiyu found the local police and claimed that criminals would appear in half an hour and it would be best to contact the nearby drug enforcement police.

Police officer: “?”

How dare you say something without any evidence?

"You can go to the largest locust tree in the park and see if the soil has been loosened. I don't recommend digging it up, as it will alert the enemy."

Ye Zhiyu's words made the expressions of the two police officers more serious.

Regardless of whether what Ye Zhiyu said was true or not, they had to verify it. What they were looking for was that one percent of truth.

Ye Zhiyu did what she should do, and then she walked back to where her stall was.

Ashan has started a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes.

The smell of roasted sweet potatoes wafted around, attracting the attention of many people, who were all hesitating whether to buy one.

Ye Zhiyu looked at Ashan who was setting up the stall honestly with satisfaction in her eyes. She decided to let Ashan work for her in the future so that she could look after the store when she entered the palace (or the police station) in the future.

Ashan is an honest man and has a good fortune. Before he returns to his wealthy family, it is safest for him to live under her nose.

Otherwise, it may easily result in death.

"Master, you are here."

Ah Shan's words shocked Ye Zhiyu. She waved her hands and said, "Don't call me that. Just call me Zhiyu. The talisman paper is only one of the reasons why I asked you to stay with me. Your life safety is the second reason."

"I know." After all, Ashan is in his thirties, how could he not understand?

He called Ye Zhiyu like that because he was sincerely grateful to Ye Zhiyu for helping him.

Ye Zhiyu turned on her small speaker, and just as she was about to play it, someone threw a hundred-dollar bill in front of her.

The other party's action of throwing money was like he was sending away a beggar.

"Are you the fortune teller under the overpass who can strike people down?"

The person who came was a boy who looked to be around nineteen or twenty years old.

He has a short haircut, an earring on his left ear, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and looks like someone who is not easy to mess with.

Seeing the other person's face, Ye Zhiyu's face suddenly turned cold. She threw the hundred-yuan bill back to the boy and said, "I won't tell your fortune."

Ye Zhiyu threw the thin hundred-dollar bill into the boy's arms accurately like a stone.

Ye Zhiyu's actions angered the young man, "What do you mean? If you anger me, I will make you unable to survive in Hong Kong!"

Ashan obviously knew who the other person was. He nervously tugged at Ye Zhiyu's sleeve, signaling Ye Zhiyu not to anger him.

However, when the other party came, Ye Zhiyu saw the other party's identity—He Tian's son, the male protagonist of this article, He Qingyi.

As to why Ye Zhiyu knew this, it was mainly because He Qingyi had the aura of a male protagonist, like a moving flame, dazzling and blinding.

However, what surprised Ye Zhiyu was that there was an indelible crack in his golden light.

The colors of the golden light on both sides are also different, as if they were forcibly put together by someone.

Others didn't know that within three seconds of Ye Zhiyu looking at He Qingyi, his third eye instantly opened and he saw his fate clearly.

The damned person was concealed by others and his fate was changed against the will of heaven...

So, when the other party threw the money in front of Ye Zhiyu with an arrogant look, Ye Zhiyu immediately threw the money back to the other party.

Don’t watch the dead.

"Don't want to watch?" A sneer appeared on He Qingyi's face. He walked in front of Ye Zhiyu and raised his foot to step on the oven next to him.

Ye Zhiyu smiled and was not angry.

However, when He Qingyi's foot was about to fall, an extremely fierce flame suddenly jumped out next to the oven, which scared him and he immediately retracted his foot.

Because he pulled it back too quickly, he stumbled back a step.

He retracted his foot and the flame went out, but the roasted sweet potatoes on the oven remained the same as before, attracting the amazement of the people around him.

Some amazing spectacles often appear at Ye Zhiyu's stall, and the old acquaintances around have become accustomed to it.

Only the new audience would whisper and talk about the flames just now.

"The fire was so strong just now, but the sweet potatoes didn't burn?"

"That's nothing. A few days ago, a Hong Kong beauty queen came to cause trouble and was struck by lightning!"

"what?"

"Don't you know? I'm telling you..."

The whispers of the people watching the excitement around them sounded small, but because there were so many people, they gradually reached He Qingyi's ears.

He Qingyi's face turned dark, feeling that his dignity was offended.

So, he waved to the back with a cold face, and the gangsters scattered around gradually gathered in front of Ye Zhiyu.

"I originally wanted to teach you a lesson because you are younger than me, but since you are so ungrateful, I don't have to be polite."

When the gangsters got closer and saw that it was Ye Zhiyu, they immediately walked up to He Qingyi and whispered something in his ear.