Our Billion-Worth Twins
He was aloof and taciturn, so the girls in his class didn’t have the guts to get close to him.
Old Madam Benson smiled happily, leaned forward, and squatted in front of Tail. “How old are you? Do you still remember your birthday?”
The fortune master, Harvey said that Everett was bone to be unlucky and needed to marry a savior who was born on June, 15th with a round moon. If so, Everett would be healthy and lucky for the rest of his life!
Tail blinked her round eyes and replied, “Granny, I’m three and a half years old. My birthday is on June, 15th.”
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