Black Pillar's ears turned red, and it thought to itself: It's still a hundred or eighty-year-old child; it's normal for it to act spoiled. Besides, it's all for Qu Jian'er! That's right!
Qu Jian'er waited for another hour.
Her stall finally welcomed its customers for the evening.
Wu Wenlong was the big boss of the East Suburbs Amusement Park. He originally had a happy family and two lovely children, but because of a "spirit summoning", his family was destroyed and he died.
That was an experience that caused him unbearable pain; he shouldn't have ignored the advice and gone to meet that statue of his destiny.
As a result, his wife passed away, and his children left him. Today is supposed to be his 60th birthday, but he has no one by his side, only the long night and loneliness.
Qu Jian'er watched as the dejected middle-aged man walked towards her.
She seemed to see a page: Ding, you have a new "Save Me?" order!
I took a closer look at the other person's face.
She was surprised to find that the other person was an acquaintance or family member.
Wu Wenlong was wearing a faded blue shirt and cheap leather shoes.
As I passed Qu Jian'er's stall.
An invisible thread, a symbol of fate, tripped him up, causing him to stumble and fall in front of Qu Jian'er's stall.
He didn't lament his bad luck or misfortune.
He dusted himself off and prepared to leave.
Qu Jian'er revealed the result of her divination: "You should have had a harmonious family, but because of one wrong step, one wrong step led to the separation of your wife and children, and the destruction of your family."
Wu Wenlong suddenly looked up, his unshaven face revealing piercing eyes: "What do you know!?"
Qu Jian'er packed up her stall and said, "When resentment enters the body, it attracts something it shouldn't have, which is an unexpected event."
Wu Wenlong pressed down on Qu Jian'er's stall.
He could tell that Qu Jian'er was capable; he felt that Qu Jian'er was the legendary master.
Furthermore, he did not believe that Qu Jian'er wanted to gain anything from his poverty.
As the most remote branch of the Wu family, he built a large amusement park through his own efforts.
He has his own perspective.
They also have their own insights.
He desperately wanted to grasp at straws when he was destitute, miserable, and helpless.
Tears streamed down Wu Wenlong's face as he clung to a sliver of hope: "Master, save me, help me!"
Qu Jian'er put the stall cloth and Hei Dazhu back into her backpack, and in front of Wu Wenlong, dialed Wu Na's contact number to arrange to meet at the First Hospital of the Capital.
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