In the end, Song Yiyan gave Ling Sheng a call and borrowed 100 yuan from her. After paying the taxi fare, she got out of the car and threw a name card to the driver. "Sir, this is my name card. If you have any problems, feel free to look for me."
Sigh! She was the number one Fengshui master in the post-apocalyptic era, but she had ended up in such a miserable state. She had to rely on her own business to earn money, the world was declining!
The driver treated her like crazy. When he saw the name card land on the back seat, he spat and was so angry that his face turned red. Damn, it's so early in the morning, how unlucky. He has to take a shower and get rid of his bad luck when he got home.
Song Yiyan looked up at the sky and sighed. She stepped in with her high heels and turned to enter a building opposite.
