Grandma Jiang only felt that Little Bun was adorable.
Her daughter had already fainted for unknown reasons quite a few times, so seeking out the fortune-teller was a last-ditch effort, akin to a desperate act.
She herself had already accepted the situation.
Even if Little Bun truly had no powers, providing them some comfort would be enough.
Yet, just as she thought this, Grandpa Jiang gently tugged her hand.
He spoke, "This little girl is different."
And he looked again carefully.
"Don't disturb her."
——
There were no obstructions.
With the employer's belief, Little Bun took a look around the first floor and didn't find any problems.
"May I go upstairs to take a look?"
She had already removed her hat, and her round, bald head was particularly noticeable. Standing in front of others, tilting her small head back, she looked serious and earnest.
"Yes, but be gentle,"
Grandma Jiang nodded and spoke in a warm, gentle voice, "There's an aunt upstairs who's sick and resting."
