
"Master, I want my fortune told about my marriage," a successful person declared, utterly pleased with himself.
"My friend, frankly speaking, for me to tell your marriage fortune would be to harm others! You're already a lost cause!" Qi Cheng shook his head, saying.
"Master, please help me see, what kind of person is the one I'm going to marry? I haven't even met him."
"My friend, frankly speaking, the one you're going to marry is probably not human!"
Qi Cheng picked up his phone and pressed one button to call the police. What era is this? How dare they still indulge in feudal superstitions!
Ah, their comfortable lives are increasingly looking like they're headed for a legal sentence.