Everyone in the circle knew that Old Sir Jiang's belief in fortune-telling had reached a level of obsession.
But lately, he seemed to have scaled it back a lot.
Before that, the Jiang Family's living room was adorned with Eight Diagrams, and Old Sir Jiang would consult them for almost everything, big or small.
However, in the Capital's high society, there were quite a few believers, so a plainly dressed lady curiously asked,
"Mrs. Jiang, I heard that your Jiang Li can also tell fortunes, and she's very accurate at it, isn't she? Mrs. Li sought her out for a reading before, didn't she?"
"That's right, that's right," another lady chimed in. "A friend of mine got picked for a reading in her live stream once, and afterward, she kept praising how accurate Jiang Li was to all of us. I was even tempted to give it a try."
Before Jiang Li could speak up, Mrs. Meng let out a light laugh, "What's the point of knowing how to tell fortunes? It's nothing but a distraction from proper work."
