At 5 pm in the evening.
Lin Fan had left for Cloud Street. After arriving there, he took a glimpse of the situation in his shop. Now that there was Wu Tianhe, he didn't need to worry as much as before.
"How was it? Did you encounter any difficult problems today?" Lin Fan asked Wu Tianhe.
If people in the Metaphysics Association saw that someone was asking Wu Tianhe if he had encountered any difficulties, they'd definitely laugh their a*ses off. Wu Tianhe was the best Metaphysician in the nation and nobody could match up to his standards.
"Nope, the questions asked by the citizens were all small problems," Wu Tianhe replied. He was already used to the job there, reading the fortunes of ten people daily was an easy task for him.
However, there were some unreasonable questions that he refused to answer and that was precisely what Lin Fan was asking about. What was the point of answering those stupid questions?
