But he still wouldn't give up and continued to ask, "So what about me..."
"Still not possible," Zhiyi Heavenly Lord continued, "You don't have unearned fortune in your destiny. Winning the lottery is out of the question."
"You're quite up to date, even knowing about the lottery..."
Mr. Fang muttered, talking to himself, "Being the father of the Great Heavenly Lord doesn't seem to have any perks."
"How could it not?" Zhiyi Heavenly Lord raised an eyebrow, "Your fate is terrible. If the Great Heavenly Lord wasn't your son, you would likely end up with a broken family, bankruptcy, and death, then ten years ago on that night, die on the roadside like a stray dog. It's because of the Great Heavenly Lord that you've been able to live until now; you've already profited."
"Damn it!"
Seeing the earnest expression of Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, Mr. Fang realized that all the Heavenly Lords had particularly venomous tongues, striking right at the heart with their words.
