Everyone had brought different kinds of expensive gifts and were earnestly queued up outside, awaiting their chance for Uncle Blind Man to read their fortune.
Shen Zhilie was flabbergasted when he saw the crowd. "Why are there so many people?" he asked.
Ye Qianqian looked around before shooting Shen Zhilie a disdainful look. "Look how narrow-minded you are!" she remarked. "Naturally, so many people are here because Uncle Blind Man's readings are accurate!"
Shen Zhilie had never expected Uncle Blind Man to have more appeal than Old Mrs. Shen!
Then again, it made sense. One was a legitimate deity, while the other was only half.
That was probably where the difference lay.
Shen Zhilie and Ye Qianqian waited outside for a long time. Only when the crowd finally thinned did they go in.
