Those who had just been mocking Mu Hanyan for seeking trouble and wasting energy had collectively fallen silent, filled with regret. Why hadn't they searched a little longer? Just a bit more persistence and that good fortune would have been theirs.
As for Fourth Miss Zhao, her face had swelled up red. She had just mocked Mu Hanyan, and before her words had even concluded, good luck had indeed stumbled onto him. Her sentence struck her just like a loud slap forcefully hitting her own face.
I told you not to talk too much—now look, you've embarrassed yourself again. Fourth Miss Zhao was so depressed she wanted to slap herself.
"Ha ha, Fourth Miss Zhao, thanks for your kind words! My good luck truly is unstoppable," Mu Hanyan couldn't help but feel overjoyed as he saw her stifled expression and laughed out loud.
"Hmph." Fourth Miss Zhao scoffed resentfully and hung her head.
