Liu Dayou finished his breakfast and wiped his mouth.
"I've fallen to this point, now I just think about earning a little money to eat."
There really isn't much to Liu Dayou's story.
If I remember correctly, in his past life, Liu Dayou was always self-conscious because of his appearance.
Now, at thirty, he still hasn't married or had children.
Of course, the biggest problem is his family's poor situation.
Chen Xiao nodded: "Why don't you set up a stall for fortune-telling? I think you're pretty good at it."
"Hey, it's not like I haven't done it before. I did make some money, but who'd have thought I'd be so unlucky!"
"How so?"
"When my business was booming, even millionaires came to me. But you know these rich folks, it's fine if they want to know about wealth, right? But no, they have to ask about family and emotions!"
