An hour later, Su Hongjun left the teahouse with a group of attendants. He was going to find some fun somewhere else.
He had lived for so many years, and apart from eating, drinking, and having fun, there was nothing else.
It wasn't that his father didn't manage him, but he couldn't manage him well no matter how hard he tried.
Su Hongjun seemed to be born to enjoy himself and didn't care about anything else.
Helpless, Divine General Su could only let him go.
..
As they walked, Su Hongjun suddenly saw a fortune-teller by the roadside.
This person was wearing an old gray Daoist robe and a star-crowned hat.
He did not look old, but he had a sense of vicissitudes.
Su Hongjun looked at him with a strange expression.
Seeing this, Eleven asked in a low voice,"
"Young Master, is there something wrong with this person?"
Su Hongjun looked away and shook his head.
"It's nothing. It's just that this fortune-teller looks familiar."
