The middle-aged woman suddenly straightened up in shock, she stared at Xiao Luo and said, "H-how, did you know that?"
"I've already told you. I'm a fortune teller, and I can read facial features," Xiao Luo said, knowing he now had her within his grasp.
In fact, it was straightforward to tell what the middle-aged woman had worked as in the past because her right palm was rougher, and it could only be caused by repetitive use. She either worked at a desk job or had wiped blackboards for long periods. In addition to that, the middle-aged woman dressed neatly in a prudish sort of way. Naturally, she could only be a teacher.
