Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly grip Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was shiny bald, but she wore a patched-up, faded Taoist robe that looked like it belonged to a beggar.,Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a pang of sadness. He sighed softly and patted her head, "Don't be afraid, Master has already contacted your Uncle Mingtong, he's doing well now. Follow him, you won't go hungry.",Seeing her outfit, Li Yuanming twitched the corner of his mouth, “Zuo Zuo, you’re destined to be poor, with no luck in money. Give up, don’t even think about it.”。