Once Xie Qiao's words came out, Jiang Jinlu and the old fortune-teller were both stunned and confused.
"What did you say?" The old fortune-teller dug his ears and looked left and right. "Are you asking me?"
"No, I'm asking the little girl next to you." Xie Qiao smiled, but it made people feel a gust of cold wind.
When the old fortune-teller heard that, he was a little scared.
However, after thinking carefully, he said, "Ha, I know what you're trying to do! You must be jealous that I made money, so you want to scare me, right? I can communicate with both worlds, and I'm not someone you can scare! What little girl? Do you think I'll believe you?"
"Do you want to earn this silver? If you want to earn it, just sit still. Wait until I ask you, then you can answer," Xie Qiao said slowly.
The old fortune-teller choked.
Of course he wanted to earn the piece of silver!
He stopped talking.
