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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.,Saying that, he took out a copper mirror from his bosom and handed it to her.,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.”。