Song Shengsheng curled her lips imperceptibly, and heard Jiang Yicheng say awkwardly, "Brother, hello sister-in-law."
Jiang Yiyu remained silent. Song Shengsheng smiled, curled her index finger, and gently nudged the tip of her nose. "I've been quite interested in some esoteric things lately." She glanced around the Jiang family's grand living room, frowned in a feigned deepness, and said, "The feng shui here seems average. It's heavy with yin energy, which specifically harms the hostess. It's not just one thing, but the main one. If the couple's relationship is not harmonious, it's easy for someone to interfere and not make it to the end."
Zhao Rong covered her mouth and chuckled: "Shengsheng, do you think I'm a three-year-old child who can believe such ghost stories?"
"It turns out that those who have been ghosts know best what ghost stories are. The books really don't lie to me."
"That depends on one's luck. Some people are born with a weak fate and just can't handle it, but some people are different. They are born with a rich and noble fate. No matter how powerful the ghost is, they are not afraid, because they are scarier than ghosts."
"Indeed, after all, people of the same kind tend to sympathize with each other. But Aunt Zhao, you've been in our circle for quite a while, and you must have heard the saying that petty quarrels are not serious matters; only those who make it to the end are worthy of attention. I hope that the ghost you mentioned can truly achieve enlightenment."
"Don't worry about it. I just hope you don't follow the same path as the last dead guy. After all, some genes are hereditary." Zhao Rong glanced maliciously at Jiang Yiyu, who had a stern face and didn't say a word.
Song Shengsheng squeezed Jiang Yiyu's hand hard and looked at Jiang Yicheng: "Brother, remember what your mother said. Grow up well and don't inherit some bad genes."
"you……"
Song Shengsheng reached out and picked up the teacup, taking a sip. "The tea is just average. How about selling a few more pieces of jewelry and buying two cans of good tea? If that doesn't work, Aunt Zhao, you can just sell the things to me and I'll pay you firsthand. This way, you don't have to worry about the middleman making a profit from the difference. It's not worth it."
"I don't understand what you're saying."
Song Shengsheng glanced at the purple marks on her wrist that were not covered by her sleeves, smiled, and said nothing.
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