I Just Want To Mooch Off Your Luck

After his rebirth, Hao Mingshi had no choice but to take advantage of the Fu Group’s Young Master’s luck to avoid death from an incurable disease. Although his ears would turn red as if they were bleeding whenever he saw them, he still acted with a proud indifference: “Can you stop clinging like that?” The next day, Zhao Mingxi really left to throw off someone else’s luck. The little dog bowed his head, grumbled: “I’ll let you cling to me, okay? Happy now?”