Cheng Zhu only found it funny.
After leaving the milk tea shop, Lin Lu suggested, "Cheng Zhu, Cheng Zhu! Should we go upstairs and buy a few more lottery tickets?"
"How come? Just because you won some money last time, you think you can win every time and get rich off this?" he chuckled.
Last time they watched a movie together, they bought lottery tickets afterward. Lin Lu made a small profit, while Cheng Zhu lost terribly.
The girl, holding her lottery ticket, arrogantly stated, "My financial luck is just better than yours. This is the symbol of my fortune."
Annoyed, Cheng Zhu threw his ticket away and casually remarked, "Makes sense. I shouldn't let this crappy thing block my fortune."
Lin Lu accused him of being superstitious; he replied that anyone in business must be a little.
Consequently, she gave him her lottery ticket.
Cheng Zhu still remembered that day's conversation.
"Why?" Just after looking displeased, he threw away his own lottery ticket and asked.
