In the shop.
"Come, drink some tea." Lin Fan placed the teacup in front of He Xiaoming. His expression was very calm. Whatever they had to discuss could be discussed slowly.
He Xiaoming looked at Lin Fan. He had long had a sense of respect for Lin Fan. He hadn't believed in Lin Fan at first, but now he did. Then, He Xiaoming described everything he had seen at the temple.
Lin Fan slowly drank his tea. His heart was getting excited. He hadn't expected that things would turn out so coincidentally. He Chenghan had only gone to pray at the temple as an act. He knew that He Xiaoming would definitely follow him there.
But now that the Buddha had hit his head, it was completely beyond his predictions. He had even seen blood.
What was that called?
It was called a disaster involving bloodshed. They had no choice but to be convinced.
Even Lin Fan was convinced. This was help from the heavens.
