Mianmian finished speaking, and a woman whose ID was "Fortunate Woman" felt puzzled.
"Why calculate for me? I'm fine." After saying this, she laughed, "My husband is so good to me. He's in the early stages of starting a business, and now I've fallen ill for no reason, I've actually become a burden on him. He works during the day and still has to take care of me at night."
Seeing that it was inappropriate to say these things to a baby like Mianmian, the Fortunate Woman changed the subject and asked curiously, "Why would Little Auntie say such a thing?"
Mianmian fixed her gaze on the Fortunate Woman's forehead and spousal palace.
The Fortunate Woman's forehead was dark, the corners of her eyes carried a malevolent aura, and it was vaguely linked with the dark qi on her forehead. Looking with the Heavenly Eye, her lifeline was nearly broken.
"Because you're about to be harmed to death," Mianmian said bluntly. "Do you really want to calculate for your husband?"
