At Fortune-telling Street, the atmosphere became very quiet.
The middle-aged aunt turned her head and looked at Ye Bei, her brows frowned and her eyes were filled with doubts.
Her eyeballs kept turning.
"Know the past and know the future?" Finally, her eyes stared at the white cloth in front of Ye Bei, and she read it out every word.
Next to her, the "blind man" wearing sunglasses who pretended to leave just now stopped at this moment, but instead of soliciting guests for himself, he sneered unceremoniously, "Girl, in the fortune-telling industry, what you pay attention to is knowledge and qualifications, not whether you are handsome or young. If you choose a newcomer like him, don't regret losing money later."
"Even if they are not short of money, this street is full of maters, which one is not better than that young man, so why choose him?"
The master with a white beard also spoke and murmured.
The fortune-tellers also gathered around.
