Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 62 - 63: Li Haoluo?

Li Shuo was stunned to hear his father’s impassioned rant.

"Huh?"

[So he really is a filial son?]

[How could you ss up your own dad’s tombstone!?]

[And here’s another weirdo for the collection.]

Li Shuo was a bit dazed. ’So my little secret hasn’t been exposed?’

Curious, he leaned in closer, muttering to himself.

"How could there be a mistake? Is it a typo or what? I gave the craftsman clear instructions."

In the darkness, he turned on his flashlight.

And then he froze...

Who could tell him why the na carved on the tombstone was Li Haoluo?!

Su Nian was also dumbfounded by this sudden turn of events.

The cara in her hand faithfully recorded this bizarre mont.

[Folks, you feel ? It’s the middle of the night and I’m laughing myself to death!]

[I thought this was a horror stream? I was so scared I nearly peed my pants, and now you show this?]

[For a second, I don’t know who to feel sorry for, the father or the son.]

Li Shuo felt incredibly wronged and couldn’t believe it. He even rubbed his eyes several tis before confirming it.

’It really is Li Haoluo?’

’What kind of scumbag did this?!’

anwhile, Mr. Li started his denunciation.

"I worked my ass off my whole life to raise you. You were always a handful, but I never imagined that even after I died, you’d pull a stunt like this!"

"Do you really think your old man has so much dignity that you can just throw it away like that?! My old buddies down here are laughing to death!"

The thought made Mr. Li extrely upset. His son had been one of a kind, a uniquely outstanding young man, and he had always been Mr. Li’s pride and joy.

But he never expected this idiot to pull a stunt like this with his tombstone!

For the past few days, he couldn’t even rest in peace in his own grave from all the laughter.

And he had to listen to that hypocritical relative wishing him a safe journey to the other side.

He grew even angrier. ’So nobody noticed sothing was wrong with my tombstone?!’

’What kind of proper person is nad Li Haoluo!?’

Su Nian: "Actually, it’s quite... uh... a fusion of East and West..."

Li Shuo: ...

[Strear, if you don’t know how to give a complint, please don’t force one.]

[Mr. Li is being restrained. If it were , I’d climb out of my grave in the middle of the night just to give him a couple of slaps.]

[I’m seriously dying of laughter. His reputation ruined in death. Li Haoluo, hahahahaha!]

[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!]

Mr. Li grew even more furious. "You idiot! You’ve made so angry I’ve co back from the dead!"

"I wish I could smash this coffin lid right in your face!!!"

Seeing his father’s resentnt deepening, Li Shuo panicked. Even as a skeleton, his father exuded a formidable, tiger-like aura. Li Shuo knew all too well just how strong his old man was.

"Dad, don’t be angry! It won’t do any good for you to haul your coffin lid out in the middle of the night to beat ! I swear, tomorrow I’ll call the craftsman to redo it! I’ll have them use the best materials!"

Li Shuo was on the verge of swearing a solemn oath. He was furious with himself, too.

He was angry at his own stupidity, and angry that the tombstone carver was so dense! He had said it so clearly: Li Haidi, Li Haidi!

And now it’s Li Haoluo!!!

Even though Li Shuo sincerely repented, Mr. Li still chewed him out.

Not wanting to watch her top supporter’s mont of vulnerability, Su Nian flipped her cara around and started the lucky draw.

She had been waiting on Mr. Li’s situation these past few days, so she hadn’t done a lucky draw for a couple of days.

"Hello, everyone. While they’re having a touching father-son mont, let’s do a lucky draw, shall we?"

Three seconds later, a lucky winner was chosen.

It was a young man from a major city. He was rubbing his neck, and his expression was one of extre fatigue.

His background also revealed that while his room was tidy and clean, it couldn’t hide his difficult financial situation.

He seed not to have expected to get so lucky, and his mouth hung open for a long ti.

"Wow! Thank you, Strear! Thanks, everyone!"

Su Nian: "What question do you have for ?"

The young man rubbed his neck shyly. "Hi everyone, you can just call Xiao Qi. I don’t really have a question, it’s just that my neck has been really sore lately. I’ve seen a lot of doctors and been to several hospitals, but no one can find what’s wrong."

"I was hoping you could take a look, Strear, and see if I’ve run into sothing?"