The sign instantly interested Shi Qian. She approached the fortune-teller and asked, "Seriously? Only the fated ones?"
The fortune-teller looked up at Shi Qian and was stunned.
"What a beautiful young girl!"
Shang Sizhan was annoyed when he saw how the fortune-teller stared at Shi Qian.
A hint of displeasure flashed across his handsome face. Baili Xi, who was beside him, coughed twice.
The cough pulled the fortune teller back to his senses. He felt no guilt and embarrassment and immediately replied, "Yes, I'm just a fated person."
"Then what is considered a fated person?" Shi Qian asked again.
The man smiled and said, "He-he-he, as long as you have money, you will be fated with me."
Shi Qian was bereft of speech.
Typically a con man.
Shi Qian turned around and was about to leave.
