Xie Qiao's voice that came out of nowhere scared that old lady.
The old lady looked at her when she snapped back to her senses and frowned immediately,
"Go, go, go! I don't have money for you!"
Xie Qiao shook her head and sighed. "I've been traveling everywhere, and I never asked for money from anyone. I'm afraid you have no idea where I'm from? I'm the owner of the Fortune Pavilion on East Main Street. I happened to pass by this place, and I only spoke when I noticed that something was off with your luck. However, since you don't believe that, I won't say more."
Xie Qiao swapped the duster in her hand as she was done speaking. She was going to leave.
Mrs. Lin stepped forward immediately and grabbed Xie Qiao when she saw that. "You're the Fortune Pavilion's owner?"
"What's wrong?" Xie Qiao raised her brows.
Mrs. Lin's eyes lit up, and she pulled her over. "Y-You're the Fortune Pavilion's owner who saved the Zheng family's wax shop!?"
