Qin Qin ignored the ridicule of the crowd and stared calmly at Fang Jin.
Watching Qin Qin's composed demeanor, Fang Jin felt a complex emotion stirring within him. This was the first time he had seen such a girl who, despite her young age, radiated an aura of refined elegance, poise, and even supremacy, invoking a desire in others to submit before her.
Reining in his gaze, Fang Jin took a careful look at Qin Qin. She seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate and attractive appearance. Yet, this little girl actually dared to claim she was a fortune teller, which was somewhat laughable.
"Young lady, at your age, you should be studying hard at school. You're still too green to try and deceive our Brother Fang."
The attendant spoke again, his eyes filled with disdain and scorn.
