After being reborn, Zhao Mingxi had no choice but to mooch off of the Fu group’s young master’s luck to avoid death by terminal illness. Although his ears turn so red as if they’re bleeding whenever he sees her, he still keeps up an act of prideful indifference: “Can you stop being so clingy?” The next day, Zhao Mingxi really did leave to mooch off of someone else’s luck. The small dog bowed his head down, and grumbled: “I’ll let you cling to me, alright? Happy now?”
I Just Want To Mooch Off Your Luck, I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck, Be Your Lucky,我就想蹭你的气运