Mo Qiang knew that she was born unlucky. From the day her parents abandoned her in front of an orphanage after finding out that she was a girl to the day when she had to move out of the orphanage because the number of children who were younger than her was increasing in the orphanage where she lived—— she knew that God did not pour any condiment named ' good luck' when they made her but now that she looked at the mountainous being that was approaching her, Mo Qiang knew that God replaced the condiment of 'good luck' with ' let's mess with her.'
" No! You have to be kidding me!" Mo Qiang absolutely, resolutely and very firmly refused to face the turtle tuber. "It is different from the turtle tuber that you showed me, it wasn't that big! You are scamming me here! I am not playing anymore if you are going to act like this!"
