"I want to ask the master who helped me and Yanqing read our fortunes," Lin Gantang said bluntly.
"Why do you want to look for him?"
"Fortune-telling? Can you give me his contact information?" Lin Gantang asked.
"It's useless to give it to you. He's on a trip abroad. I don't know when he'll be back," Mr. Lin said, "Otherwise, why would I only ask for an amulet? If it wasn't for the fact that Master was so anxious to board the plane that his shoes fell off, I would have asked him to prepare two."
Lin Gantang was dumbfounded. At this moment, she was wavering about whether the master was reliable or not.
"And didn't he read your fortunes? I've already calculated the method to crack it for you. You said you didn't believe me, and now you want to look for him?" Mr. Lin said in disdain.
Lin Gantang rubbed her forehead. "Alright, I won't look for him. Dad, remember to take your medicine on time and drink more water."
