The noise from the front yard was quite loud, An Ning shrunk under her blanket and covered her head.
And then there was the mess from the Gao Family. Who knows how much Gao Dashu owes the gambling house? Will it affect the third branch, and how should it be resolved?
For the first time ever, as the eldest daughter, An Ning was worried about money.
Reading novels, others travel through time with various Golden Fingers. Why hasn't heaven granted her one as well?
Covering her head with the quilt, An Ning chanted inside the blanket, "Golden Finger... Golden Finger... Almighty Buddha, I want a Golden Finger..."
An Ning suddenly realized that while she was chanting these words, a flash of golden light seemed to appear right before her eyes, particularly noticeable in the pitch-black night.
Could it be that heaven has finally opened its eyes?
Raising her head, An Ning spread a big smile on her face and continued chanting, "Golden Finger... Golden Finger..."
