"Your daughter ran away because she didn't want you to suck her blood anymore."

"Vampires like you deserve to go to hell."

"I sincerely pray that Jiang Chunian doesn't kill her daughter. Anyone who has a family like this will be unlucky."

"My daughter is already pitiful enough, so don't try to find her again."

"Don't worry, Jiang Chuyang said that Jiang Chunian doesn't know how to tell fortunes at all, so it's impossible for her to tell people's fortunes."

"Then I'll feel at ease."

…

Old Wang looked at Jiang Chunian, his eyes moist. "My daughter has been very well behaved and filial since she was young, and she has done well in her studies. It's just that our family is really poor that delayed her development. But she has never blamed us. Although we value our son more, we also love our daughter very much. So we absolutely don't believe that she has abandoned us. Something must have happened to her. Little girl, can you really tell fortunes? Can you really tell my daughter's whereabouts? Even if you can't tell my daughter's whereabouts, it would be fine if you can tell whether my daughter is doing well now."

Jiang Chunian nodded. "But my divination fee is quite high, 500 yuan, and I don't accept credit."

Lao Wang was embarrassed: "I, I'll go back and get it."

A burly man outside pulled out five big unity notes from his waist bag and said, "I have 500 yuan here. I can lend it to you first, but if her calculation is wrong, you have to give me 200 yuan of the 500 yuan loss."

"Okay." Old Wang was really anxious to know his daughter's whereabouts, so he agreed to the man's request and took the 500 yuan and gave it to Jiang Chunian.

Jiang Chunian put the 500 yuan aside, then asked Lao Wang for her daughter's birth date and time, and then started calculating with her fingers.