"You say I'll suffer a calamity? Say it again!" The young man squinted, his face turning stern.
Actually, Lin Tian was quite surprised. Fortune tellers rarely speak ill of their clients, as most people deceive themselves and don't want to hear bad news. Essentially, spending money on fortune-telling is just paying to hear something nice.
But the middle-split man said it, and the master shook his head in disappointment, sighing, "Good medicine tastes bitter, and the truth is harsh on the ears."
"You fraud, how dare you curse me and put on an act here! Watch how I teach you a lesson!" The young man was furious, stood up with a whoosh, and was about to lay into the middle-split man.
The train's broadcast suddenly came on: "Ladies and gentlemen, the train is approaching Jingshan Station. Passengers getting off at Jingshan Station, please collect your belongings in advance. As the stop is short, those not getting off, please remain on the train to avoid missing your ride..."
