"Yeah,"
The Little Assistant nodded.
"Now they're pinning the label of promoting feudal superstition on us."
"I hate people who scam others with this kind of stuff the most."
The Little Rich Lady held a lipstick in one hand and a mirror in the other, huffing coldly.
"Hey, Sister Yu, God Meng has posted something."
The Little Rich Lady was just applying lipstick when she asked absently.
"What did he post?"
"If you don't believe, you can come for a reading. We can read your fortune from a photo with no plastic surgery or filters, interpret dreams from characters, and resolve characters. Fair prices, no deception of old or young, limited spots, promotional price of 888 yuan each."
The Little Assistant squinted at the message sent by the other party, reading it out loud while thinking the sender must be out of their mind.
Not only are they facing the difficulty head-on, but also charging 888 yuan each?
