Mother Jing's heart trembled when she heard Jing Qian's bone-chilling voice. However, at the next moment, the uniquely charming smile appeared on Jing Qian's face once again.
"Well, you better take note. I am a jinx child, which means that I will bring bad luck to this family. From now onwards, please tell your daughter to stop asking me for my compositions, since they are shoddy anyway and she still has to polish them even after taking it from me. It would be better if she could just compose it herself. It would have a better effect this way."
"You-!"
Jing Lu's face turned pale.
"Also, since I am a jinx child, please do not look for me if anything happens to this family. I wouldn't want to bring bad luck to this blissful family. Since all of you are so righteous and so brilliant, if you need money, you should earn it with your bare hands.
