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"Disaster!" she suddenly screamed, startling Zhang Huaiyuan, who was paying, into a jump.
Then she saw the boss, trembling and tottering, grab his hand and stroke it upwards.
"What are you doing!" Zhang Huaiyuan scolded, a chill running down his spine as he instinctively stepped back, but felt as though his hands were shackled with iron chains, unable to pull away no matter how he tried.
It wasn't until the old woman haphazardly groped his face with her right hand that she let go: "Not you, not you."
She seemed very disappointed, her eyes suddenly turning in the direction of Li Ming--"It's you!"
Li Ming frowned slightly, unsure of what curveball this was.
"The old lady's started hustling people again," someone snickered nearby.
"Sorry, so sorry," a man with curly hair hanging down to his shoulders rushed over hastily, his face apologetic: "My grandmother has disturbed the two of you."
"I see blood and fire on you!" the old woman shouted, the symbols on her body glowing.
