Han Qingci turned her head to glance at Lu Chuan and asked, "How did you know that?"
Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Intuition."
In fact, he had used his Divine Sense to peer inside the six scratch cards and spotted that the one in the upper left corner could win the grand prize of two hundred thousand.
The people around all burst into laughter.
"Buddy, intuition is the most unreliable thing. If your intuition were that great, you would have struck it rich long ago."
"Yeah, Miss Han is the scratch card queen around here. If anyone's intuition is accurate, it's definitely hers."
"I bet fifty that the one in the upper left corner won't win anything. Don't ask why, it's just intuition."
...
Han Qingci said, "I don't trust other people's intuition; I'm going to choose the one in the middle."
After she spoke, she picked up the one in the middle and started scratching it.
Lu Chuan helplessly shrugged his shoulders.
