When Zhong Niangyao heard Zhao Xuanglang's words, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pointed to himself, saying, "Boss, then take a look, what ability can I learn? As your junior, if I don't have any skills, wouldn't that embarrass you?"
Zhong Niangyao looked up, sized him up, then shook her head and said directly, "You have no talent in any area."
With those words, Zhao Xuanglang suddenly looked like an abandoned big dog, disheartened and dejected.
Zhong Niangyao didn't pay any attention to Zhao Xuanglang and continued waiting for the next person to come for fortune-telling.
Once the first one came, the second quickly sat down, as if afraid that if they were a bit slower, someone else would get ahead of them.
In just over ten minutes, Zhong Niangyao had done three readings, and then she started packing up her table.
Those who arrived late, seeing this scene, couldn't help but clutch their fists in regret for being too late.
