Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

"Damn it, Lin Wanyi, you're not my biological son at all! You're actually the biological son of your bitch mother and Old Wang from next door in the village! Damn it, I raised you for over twenty years! Damn it, you're just like your bitch mother! Damn it..."

On the phone, Lin Wanyi's father launched into a tirade of verbal abuse.

Zhan Juzhou found it noisy and stomped on the phone, smashing it to pieces.

The cursing stopped abruptly.

Lin Wanyi's whole body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

He's actually the son of Old Wang from next door in the countryside?

Ha, how ridiculous!

The once high and mighty young master suddenly fell from heaven to hell overnight.

A group of bodyguards came in and dragged Lin Wanyi out, but he was so numb that he didn't even notice.

In the early hours of the morning, news reports surfaced that Lin Wanyi, the eldest son of the Lin Group, had been arrested in connection with two rape and murder cases from six years ago.

Zhan Juzhou couldn't sleep, so he sat on the bed playing on his phone all night, with only one ambient light on by the bedside.

Suddenly, he came across news about Lin Wanyi and immediately straightened up.

Holy crap, that illegitimate daughter is a real fortune teller!

It was exactly six hours later, exactly six hours later.

No, no, he has to go and have her calculate it too.

Calculate when you might become the world's richest person.

Just as Zhan Juzhou was about to put on his slippers and get out of bed, he suddenly saw a small figure crawling by the bedside. Zhan Juzhou was so frightened that he ran around frantically, screaming, "Aa ...

As Zhan Juzhou screamed, the small figure nimbly jumped onto the bed and chased after him.

"Aa ...

Zhan Juzhou screamed in terror.

He tried to run out of the room, but found that he couldn't open the door no matter what he did.

No way, no way, is he really going to die here? He's only twenty-five years old, a young flower of the motherland, the motherland can't do without him.

The little figure reached out.

"what……"

Zhan Juzhou resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes.

"Crackling..."

The small figure punched and kicked Zhan Juzhou.

Inside the villa, Zhan Juzhou's piercing scream echoed through the air.

"Hmph, I've finally caught you, you love-struck fool. You can't escape my grasp." The little figure said, throwing something into the Soul Pot.

"Aa ...

Zhan Juzhou opened his eyes and saw the small figure release him. He turned and ran, intending to jump out of the window.

Suddenly, with a "click," the room lights came on.

Yoyo, who was standing next to the switch, glanced at Zhan Juzhou, who was crouching on the windowsill, and pounced on him.

"Third Uncle, oh my, oh my, don't be afraid, oh my." The little baby hugged Zhan Juzhou, raised his little head, blinked his big, mischievous eyes at Zhan Juzhou, and smiled in a way that could heal everything.

When Zhan Juzhou saw that it was YoYo, his little heart slowly calmed down.

Whew, that scared the crap out of me.

"No, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night, a child? Why aren't you asleep?"

"Of course I'm here to catch the lovestruck ghost! If it weren't for me, the lovestruck ghost would keep absorbing your spiritual energy, which would harm Uncle San's body!" The little dumpling shouted, hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out, looking both cute and fierce.

Zhan Juzhou only just realized that he had a lovesick ghost on him, and he gasped in shock, unsure whether to admire his own composure or his poor memory.

"Me...the lovestruck ghost inside me?" Zhan Juzhou asked.

“Yes, that’s right.” The little dumpling nodded.

"Waaah..." Zhan Juzhou suddenly burst into tears while holding the little dumpling.

"Wow, you're amazing! I'm sorry, Uncle San shouldn't have been so harsh with you. From today onwards, Uncle San will be your loyal fan, following you around and fighting demons with you."

"Forget it, as long as you don't cause trouble."

Yoyo looked at Zhan Juzhou as if he were an idiot.

Because of Zhan Juzhou's scream, we almost missed catching the lovestruck ghost.

Luckily, I'm super capable, and I managed to catch the lovestruck guy.

"Forehead……"

Zhan Juzhou's lips twitched. Was he being disliked by a three-year-old girl?

"Wow..."

The little dumpling yawned.

"I'm going to sleep now, goodnight, Uncle."

The little baby turned around and waved to Zhan Juzhou.

"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, that lovestruck ghost won't escape from your soul pot, will it?"

Zhan Juzhou, still shaken, grabbed Yoyo and confirmed.

"Third Uncle, are you doubting my ability to catch ghosts? None of the ghosts I catch can escape."

The little milk group said solemnly.

With YoYo's affirmation, Zhan Juzhou felt much more at ease.

next day

Zhan Juzhou got up, didn't brush his teeth or wash his face, and happily ran to the room of the little goddess YoYoYo.

"Little Yoyo, are you awake yet?"

As soon as Zhan Juzhou entered the room, he found that there was no one on the small bed, and the quilt was folded neatly.

Holy crap, my fortune-telling niece has gone missing.

"Oh no! Oh no! Little Yoyo is missing! Little Yoyo has gone missing! Little Yoyo has been kidnapped by bad guys!"

Zhan Juzhou was so anxious that he shouted as he ran outside.

Inside the bathroom, the little boy was brushing his teeth when he peeked out from behind the door with his round little head and said in a childish voice, "Third Uncle, I'm here."

That third uncle is so noisy! He has such a loud voice, it's so disruptive.

"Forehead……"

Zhan Juzhou slammed on the brakes, glanced at the bathroom, and only then did his heart, which had been pounding in his throat, relax.

"What happened? What happened to my precious granddaughter?"

Upon hearing the shouts, Zhan Weiguo and Qin Yimo rushed over in a panic, their faces pale with fright.

"Mom and Dad, just kidding. Your precious granddaughter is fine and brushing her teeth in the bathroom." Zhan Juzhou scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly.

With two sharp slaps, Zhan Juzhou received a slap on each side from Zhan Weiguo and Qin Yimo.

"You brat, always jumping around like that! Believe me or not, I'll poison you so you can't speak!" Zhan Weiguo glared angrily at his adopted son.

What a useless piece of trash!

Zhan Juzhou lowered his head, looking extremely aggrieved.

"Yo yo?"

Zhan Guiting walked over without changing his clothes, wearing a bathrobe that revealed his muscular, broad-shouldered, and narrow-waisted upper body.

"Hehe, big brother, your precious daughter..."

"Daddy, Daddy, I'm here, I'm brushing my teeth, come quickly, watch me brush my teeth." The little dumpling stretched out its chubby little hand from the bathroom and waved.

Zhan Guiting actually scurried over there.

"coming!"

The little guy is very skilled at brushing his teeth. When he saw Zhan Guiting come in, he brushed even harder, his big eyes looking forward to his dad's praise.

Zhan Guiting felt a pang of heartache watching Yoyo's practiced movements.

At only three years old, her self-care skills are already so proficient. One can only imagine how difficult her life must have been before. She had to do everything herself, with no one to love her, no one to help her, and no one to take care of her.

"Daddy, Daddy, look at my teeth, aren't they white?" After brushing her teeth, the little dumpling showed them to Zhan Guiting.

Before Zhan Guiting could speak, a smug voice rang out from behind, "Not White!"

"Um?"

Zhan Guiting turned his head, his gaze piercing Zhan Juzhou.

Zhan Juzhou knew his elder brother was angry, so he turned and ran away, unaware that Zhan Weiguo and Qin Yimo were behind him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

The sound of Zhan Juzhou being beaten could be heard from outside the door.

"Oh, Uncle San's eyesight is bad."

Instead of internal conflict and self-doubt, the little dumpling caused external conflict with others.

Zhan Guiting looked at his precious daughter with doting eyes and smiled gently.

"Daddy, I want you to help me tie my hair today."

Yoyo picked up the small hair tie from the sink and handed it to Zhan Guiting.

Zhan Guiting took it and started tying Youyou's hair.

Tying hair is a simple thing, but Zhan Guiting found it particularly difficult.

Finally, she tied a small, crooked braid, the kind that might come undone at any moment.

Many of the shorter hairs were not tied up, making the little girl look like a little crazy woman.

But Yoyo seems to have a strong bias towards her dad, and she's very satisfied with this hairstyle.

Zhan Guiting carried the baby downstairs.

When Qin Yimo saw Youyou's hair, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was obvious that Zhan Guiting had tied it up.

"Oh my goodness, why is your hair tied up like this? Come here, Grandma will hold you and I'll tie it up for you again."

Qin Yimo reached out, wanting to hug Yoyo.

"The hair tied up with rice porridge looks nice."

What a daddy's girl!