"So you don't believe any of this at all, do you?"

Gao Mingyuan's eyelids twitched slightly: "Young Master Ye, how do you know this?"

"ah?"

Zheng Hongmei was also slightly taken aback.

She knew that her husband never went back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, and she never knew the reason, but she never thought it was because of this.

Ye Hao said lightly: "It's very simple, because although you have a hard life, it's just a hard life, and your breath lacks a kind of ancestor's blessing."

"If it weren't for your fate being strong enough, maybe you would have died eight times out of ten times."

"Think about it yourself, in your life, since your son was born, have you escaped death several times!?"

Hearing Ye Hao's words, Gao Mingyuan was finally shocked, and he sighed in admiration: "Ye Shao is indeed a capable person, no wonder Mr. Yan appreciates you so much!"

"You're right. I did escape several times. I was seriously injured every time, but I didn't die."

"However, shouldn't this mean that I am lucky?"

"After all, the ancients said that if you survive a catastrophe, you will have good fortune."

Ye Hao smiled lightly and said, "I don't know if I'm lucky or not."

"I only know that the biggest reason why you don't have the protection of your ancestors is because you have no descendants!"

"So I suggest that if you have time, you should go and have a child, whether it is a son or a daughter."

"In this case, the next time you go to worship your ancestors, you might be able to ignite the paper money."

"The grass on your grave is not so green."

The atmosphere in the whole box suddenly fell silent!

Zheng Hongmei's pretty face changed drastically, and she shouted: "Bastard, what nonsense are you talking about!?"

"Believe it or not, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"Old Gao, let's go!"

"This is a magic stick!"

"If you believe him, you might as well die!"

While talking, she was about to pull the man out together.

"Shut up!"

Gao Mingyuan pushed Zheng Hongmei away, then stared at Ye Hao with a strange expression and spoke.

"Young Master Ye, you mean to say that I have no descendants?"

"Gao Chengyang, isn't it my son?"

Ye Hao took a sip of tea and said lightly, "From your appearance, that's it."

"Of course, I know Mr. Gao won't believe my words." JrNovels.com