Little Milk Bun looked serious as he spoke.
His tone was sweet and soft at the end of his words.
Yet the words he uttered caught Yi Bin off guard.
Or perhaps he hadn't been paying much attention, and they had taken him completely by surprise.
He never expected the words coming out of this five-year-old Bun's mouth to sound quite so credible.
"Uncle, some decisions should be made with caution. Since it's your first time here, Uncle can see if Jinjin's predictions are accurate before settling the bill."
Little Milk Bun had a belly full of business acumen.
"Uncle can also choose to cut losses in time. Please have a look, I'll offer two fortune-telling by characters for free, Uncle—"
Tang Jin rummaged through his own pocket and pulled out a plain little notebook made of kraft paper and a pen, pushing them in front of him.
"Write a character, please."
Little Bun looked up with pitch-black feline pupils, pure and clear in color.
