Some people have a strong sixth sense by nature, especially for those messed-up events that are not blessed by Bodhisattvas.
Absolute!
"Xiaojiu, what's wrong with you? Your face is as white as if it's been painted..."
Painted white! Only she could come up with that!
But when it came to her sister-in-law, the Iron Palm that Xing Xiaojiu had honed in the business world obviously couldn't be brought out. After her brain looped repeatedly, she lifted a smile uglier than tears and said, "There's a bit of an issue with my company, sister-in-law, so, I won't be able to go shopping with you. Why don't you call Shuang Niuniu to go instead..."
As she spoke, Xiaojiu let her eyelids droop and was about to slip away with her small Kun bag in hand!
"Hold on!"
