The game starts with being chased by ghosts and live fortune telling for free

Mei Ling'er didn't expect that she would be chased by the fans in the live broadcast room to increase her KPI. She didn't want to be a big complainer. Working during the day was tiring enough!

"I will consider everyone's suggestions, but in the short term, I'll still do one divination per day."

"It's getting late, I'm going to log off first. Thank you all for your support today, muah."

The barrage of comments was still flooding the screen, begging the anchor to add a few more hexagrams every day, but the anchor himself was not in the mood to work. He suddenly exited the live broadcast room, leaving everyone in a mess.

Xiaowei's mother's best friend, Pan, also had a messy look.

She couldn't believe that her dream was ruined like this, and she grabbed Xiaowei's arm, "Xiaowei, look at your aunt, do you really not want to be a woman?"

Xiaowei slapped the woman's hands away in disgust and threw away the wig in his arms. "I just want to be a good son to my parents and a real man. Aunt Pan, you really disappoint me!"

Only then did Pan have to face reality and fell on the sofa with lifeless eyes.

Xiaowei's mother didn't want to stay with her for a moment, but she was afraid that she would cause trouble for their family again.

"Hmph! To tell you the truth, I've already recorded the live broadcast just now. If you behave yourself from now on, I'll talk to my husband and let you stay in the company. If you let me find out there's anything wrong with you, I'll let you know how powerful the chairman's wife is."

After saying that, he picked up the vase on the table and smashed it hard towards Pan's feet. Then, ignoring the injured and wailing Pan, he took his son's hand and left this place of trouble.

"Mom, Mom..." Xiaowei kept calling out to his mother, his arms almost turning purple from being pinched by her.

Xiaowei's mother came to her senses and said, "Xiaowei, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I made you suffer so much."

In the dark night, Xiaowei, who was half a head taller than his mother, hugged her shoulders.

"Mom, don't say that. Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes. This is all Aunt Pan's fault. We should stay away from her from now on. I won't let her bully you again."

Two figures leaned on each other in the cold wind, and the street lights cast a gentle circle of light above their heads.

On the other side, Mei Ling'er, who was finishing her live broadcast, quickly wrapped herself from head to toe in a soft quilt, ready to have a good sleep.

Swish!

The girl with the messy hair sat up from her bed and opened the Kuaijiao app on her phone to check her livestream earnings. She mentally estimated the amount of earnings and couldn't help but pinch her cheeks.

There are more than ten thousand!

More than her two months’ salary!

She retracted her impulsive statement about not wanting to be a big complainer, because she just likes being a big complainer!

The joy in her heart was about to overflow. Mei Ling'er buried her head in the quilt, roared muffledly a few times, and tossed and turned until the early morning before she fell asleep.

On Saturday, she had a good sleep and ate some rubbish takeout. In the evening, the old man with a white beard came early, and Mei Linger turned on her phone and started live streaming in her pajamas.

Make money, make money. Women who make money seriously are the most handsome!

[Is Master Ling wearing pajamas? ]

[So cute, here's a link.]

[Master Ling, you must pick me today~~]

"Good evening everyone, have a nice weekend~" Mei Ling'er took a look at the number of people in the live broadcast room. There were already tens of thousands of people, so it was time to start.

"Now let's draw tonight's lucky number."

The barrage of comments filled the screen with "Hit me, hit me, hit me", and Mei Ling'er couldn't help laughing. The netizens these days were too active. She also wanted to cheer for the fans.

A flower hit the "Work Hard" fan, and Mei Ling'er sent a video request.

"Excuse me, what do you want to calculate?"

"Master, I'm not calculating anything for you. I'm calculating for my old lady."

Work hard and avoid being around. In the video, a silver-haired old lady sitting on a wheelchair appeared. Although the old lady was old, she looked well-maintained, but her eyes looked a little sad.

"Hello, grandma, what do you want to calculate?"

The old lady was looking at a pot of green plants by the window, but the camera was too far away to see clearly what it was.

"Master, the pot of red roses by the window was my granddaughter's favorite thing when she was young. She carefully cared for it and watered it on time every day, fearing that she had not taken good care of it. Since my granddaughter passed away, the leaves of this pot of flowers have always been green, but the flowers that bloomed are all black. I have always suspected that my granddaughter had some unfulfilled wish and hoped that I could help her fulfill it. Please help me."

"Don't worry, you will definitely get paid."

"Grandma, as long as you are picked in the live broadcast room, the fortune telling is free and you don't need to pay."

【Conscientious anchor.】

[Once again, I request the host to tell one more fortune every day! ]

[Am I the only one who wants to know what the old lady's granddaughter's last wish is? ]

[Isn't she asking the old lady to help her get revenge or something? A murder case?]

The old lady looked at the barrage through her reading glasses and shook her head with a smile.

"You may have misunderstood. My daughter has been in poor health since she was a child. The fact that she has survived to adulthood is considered a medical miracle by the doctor."

Mei Ling'er received a hint from the white-bearded old man and began to tell Fanfan about the old lady's granddaughter: a short and painful life.

Bai Mei is the only girl of her generation in the family. On the day she was born, the whole family was overjoyed as they finally had a little princess. However, this joy did not last long as it was broken by a notice of critical illness.

A few days after Baimei was born, her mother noticed that she often had difficulty breathing and her face was purple and red. After this condition lasted for three days, she rushed her child to the hospital for a checkup. Unexpectedly, little Baimei had a congenital heart disease. Seeing her tiny body filled with various instruments, the couple was heartbroken.

From then on, Bai Mei's journey to cure her heart disease began. When other children were jumping and playing happily, little Bai Mei could only stay quietly aside and watch them with envy. From time to time, some ignorant children would run to her and want to invite her to play together, but they were all politely rejected by her parents or nanny.

Over time, everyone knew that Little Baimei was different from ordinary children. She was like a fragile porcelain doll that could not be touched easily and was extremely fragile.

Not only did Xiao Baimei have no friends, she also had to endure the torment of illness. She had to take several kinds of medicine every day, but her health did not improve. Xiao Baimei gradually closed herself off, unwilling to go out, and stayed at home all day long.

[How pitiful! It’s so nice to have a healthy body.]

Yes, the body is the capital of revolution.

【If people are gone, everything is gone】

【Everyone must eat well and sleep well. 】

"Although Little White Rose's life was plagued by illness, she still had a very happy time. Don't you think so, Grandma?"