Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly hold onto Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's forehead was smooth, but she wore a worn-out Taoist robe that had been washed white and was patched up everywhere, making her look like a little beggar.,The younger brother smiled at him, not pointing it out, smiling but saying nothing.,Zuo Zuo instantly reacted, it must be because of her "poverty destiny" again.。