It was only today that she realized, there are still men in the world.
Truly, the world is full of wonders.
Su Nanzhi inwardly clicked her tongue, then remembered that in this world there exists a rather sinister method—the Fate Design of vague individuals like these, fortunate or disastrous, was hard to determine, but if someone harbored malicious intentions, they could steal their Fate Design.
In fact, anyone's Fate Design could be taken, but the risk was enormous, retaliations often backfiring on the perpetrator, yet still, some people would risk it all for wealth and glory.
Clearly, in cases of extreme good or bad fortune, stealing the good Fortune left only misfortune for the other, who would soon die. There was no worry about retaliation, making it quite a lucrative deal.
"Mr. Jiang, I've arrived," Su Nanzhi stopped the car, parking under her dormitory building.
