"I didn't say anything nonsense. I am willing to take full responsibility for what I said." An Yan told him calmly.

I heard him say, "A fortune teller told me that I would be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I would never have the chance to stand up again. I have consulted many doctors, but it was all in vain."

"Our fate is calculated, not created by ourselves. I don't believe in fortune-tellers, I only believe in myself." An Yan told him calmly.

Although she is still a very young girl, the confidence she displays and the aura of being calm and unperturbed by fame and disgrace are something that many people do not have. The old man thinks he has seen countless people, but this is the first time he has met such a person.

An Yan said: "Originally, I could have not come, but I came because you have done a favor for my father. Otherwise, you might not be able to invite me."

"Your father?" The old man asked doubtfully.

"He used to work outside at a stall, which was very hard. He told me that there was an old man in a wheelchair who always helped him buy the last items. There was a wooden carved yellow bird on that man's wheelchair, which was exactly the same as yours."

The old man really had no impression of it. He had not expected there to be such a story.

An Yan added: "I can heal your legs, and you can feel it right away. Do you want to try it?"

"If this is true, then I have to doubt my faith." There was a gleam of hope in his eyes.

An Yan walked to the coffee table and took out the golden needle.

I heard the old man say: "The Eighteen Heavenly Gates are ineffective against me."

"It's the Thirty-Six Needles of Tianmen. That one is too low-level." An Yan said as she lifted the blanket on the old man's legs and then started to give him acupuncture.

Five minutes passed.

The old man suddenly said happily: "I feel hot."

"That's because the blood circulation has started." An Yan told him, and then said to him, "You can't rush your leg. You have to slowly repair it. It will take some time."

"How did you do it? Why can't others do it, but you can do it?"

"So, are you starting to doubt the fortune teller's words now?" An Yan asked him.

He didn't speak.

But An Yan knew that he had to waver, because his legs, which had been numb for so many years, finally regained feeling, and he began to believe that he could stand up again. He said, "I take back what I said just now."

"Of course you have to take it back, otherwise who will help you treat your leg?" An Yan smiled.

"As long as you can heal my leg, I can agree to all your requests as long as it is within my ability." His tone has become humble, no longer as aggressive as at the beginning.

"Why do you want to chase me away?" An Yan was still a little curious.

"Oh, it's also because of the fortune teller that I'm still scared."

"How tiring your life is, always listening to the fortune teller's words." An Yan felt a little sympathetic towards him, thinking that he had spent half his life bound by these things.

"Many times, we have to believe in fate, don't we?"

"As a person, it is best to trust yourself." An Yan had packed up her things and was ready to leave.

The old man quickly asked her to stay and said, "I have been living here. You can come here to find me. Besides, I want to give you some compensation."

"Don't worry, it won't be too late to give it to you after you can stand up." An Yan said and strode away. She wanted to go home quickly so that her family wouldn't worry.

She got into a taxi and saw that it was Mrs. Li calling. She said, "Yanyan, are you home yet?"

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"I'm really sorry about what happened today. Please don't take it to heart." Mrs. Li still felt that she should apologize to her.

"This is not your fault. I understand." An Yan hung up the phone. She looked out the window and saw a row of real estate agencies. The rest were closed, but only one had the lights on, and the person working there was Xiao Hua.

An Yan asked the driver to stop, then got out of the car and went to find her.

Xiaohua was a little surprised and asked, "Why are you here? Are you here just to see me?"

"Why are you still at work? Everyone else has left work."

"My performance is not good, so I have to work harder." Xiaohua was a little embarrassed.

"How many houses have been sold?" An Yan asked.

"I could have sold a few units originally, but for some reason, I never succeeded. It turned out that my colleagues had already contacted me about those units, so they were not counted in my account." Xiaohua sighed. She felt that her luck was really bad.

But An Yan was a little confused and asked, "Really? How many sets in a row are like this?"

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"Yes." Xiaohua nodded.

An Yan didn't say anything more about this matter, and said to her: "I want to buy a house recently. Can you help me look for a two-story villa with a large yard?"

"Okay, I'll help you find it right away."

"Not now, go home first, it's late."

Xiaohua nodded and said, "Okay, I'll turn off the lights and go home too."

"I don't see you coming to see me. If you have something to do, come to me. We can have dinner or go shopping together." An Yan watched her close the door.

"Okay, I've got it. I'll come to you after I pick out a suitable house." Xiaohua seemed to be in high spirits. She was really happy in her heart. Finally, a business was willing to come to her. Of course, she wanted to do her best to do it well.

An Yan nodded, thinking that it was time to find the most famous designer in the country. She had recently looked up some relevant information and heard that he would go to a place for vacation during this time every year.

She decided to go there and find him herself.

But in fact, the place was very heavily guarded, and the gates and walls were built very high, so it was almost impossible to see who was inside. There were no buildings nearby, and no one lived there.

I heard that the design of this villa won a big award, and many wealthy businessmen still want to buy it, but it's a pity that the owner doesn't want to sell it.

An Yan rang the doorbell and saw a man who looked like a housekeeper opening the door. He asked, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"I want to find the owner of this house."

"The master is not at home."

"I heard that he would come here for vacation during this period."

"Where did you hear that? It's a rumor." The housekeeper's tone was very formal and he asked her to leave quickly.

An Yan stood not far from the house and saw that a car drove past and entered the door soon. Maybe it was the owner's car, so she wanted to meet him.

It's not difficult to climb over the wall, but it's not very ethical. I heard that he wanted someone to design a wedding ring, but no one had met his requirements. She could use this method to get close to him, or make a deal with him.