Mo Huasong gave Mu Fanxuan a disdainful look: "Silly woman, fortune-tellers always speak ambiguously. They say you'll have difficulties this year, and if you get through them, it's good; if not, it's bad. Tell me, who doesn't have problems throughout the year? It's just a matter of minor or major difficulties."
"But what he said was quite accurate." Mu Fanxuan retorted while pulling out a hundred yuan from her wallet to pay Fat Dragon.
Upon receiving the money, Fat Dragon excitedly packed up his stall, apparently ready to leave.
"Swindler, just taken the money and planning to leave?" asked Mo Huasong.
While a hundred yuan was a small sum, Mo Huasong didn't want Mu Fanxuan to be taken advantage of.
"Hey, kid, don't underestimate me. I'm Fat Dragon, a well-known name in the streets. Just look at your dark forehead, you will be struck by a disaster." Fat Dragon glared back at Mo Huasong, then pointed at something behind them with a horrified expression.
