Listening to Mo Weiran's question, Gu Zhiqi's lips quirked up into a lazy, sly smile as he spoke in a carefree and casual manner, "I can give you a 9.8% discount on the second divination."
Mo Weiran "..."
This is... such a rip-off.
"Deal!" Mo Weiran gritted his teeth and, in agony, said so to Gu Zhiqi.
He might have agreed reluctantly, but Gu Zhiqi wasn't about to let it slide easily, "I suspect you don't have that much money, so, please, settle the payment for the first divination first."
Mo Weiran: "..."
How coincidental, he really didn't have that much money.
Mo Weiran stayed silent for a long while before he finally opened his mouth hesitantly, "Can I, uh, write an IOU?"
At this moment, Mo Weiran felt that the person who needed to find a part-time job was him.
Gu Zhiqi "..."
Miscalculation, he actually encountered a pauper who couldn't even afford to pay ten thousand.
"Then, let's never meet again." Gu Zhiqi promptly turned around and walked away.
Mo Weiran "..."
