Xia Xin had a face full of question marks; it was nearly noon, and the temple never had the custom of offering incense at high noon.
Who would come?
Xia Xin scratched his head, wanting to ask, but seeing Jiangli's expression that suggested some secrets of heaven must not be revealed, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Forget it.
Since the ancient ancestor said that someone would come to invite them to eat,
he would not bother cooking!
Just as well—it saved trouble!
Xia Xin, feeling delighted, ran over to Jiangli, sat down with his phone in hand, and continued to deal with matters on his phone.
Yesterday, Jiangli did divinations for five people, but until now, only four had provided feedback, with one person still not coming forward.
The netizens also had nothing better to do, all waiting for news. Growing impatient, they would occasionally stop by Jiangli's comment section to hurry things along,
