Fortune Teller Master

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Shang Yi stayed for a while and then went back to school for evening study.
Father Shang quickly withdrew some money from the ATM downstairs.
Hearing that Shang Yi said that the little master likes to eat chocolate, he went to the nearby import store and bought various chocolate gift boxes and fruit baskets.
Then he quickly went to school.

After receiving a call from Shang Yi, Lin Qingyin didn’t seem surprised at all and simply told Shang Yi to find herself in the dormitory.

Shang Yi and Lin Qingyin lived in the dormitory building.
Father Shang had met with the auntie assigned to the dormitory when he sent his daughter to the dorm.
Father Shang took his ID card to the dormitory office.
After registering his personal information, he followed Shang Yi to Lin Qingyin’s dormitory.

After putting the present on the coffee table, Father Shang took out an envelope and pushed it in front of Lin Qingyin.
He smiled and said very politely: “Today I heard that Shang Yi received divination from the little master.
This money is for the little master.”

Lin Qingyin looked at the envelope and faintly smiled: “I just did what you want.
It’s not to make money.”

Father Shang immediately praised Lin Qingyin and then cautiously asked: “Today, I came here to thank the little master for giving my wife divination, and at the same time, I want to ask the little master for another divination.”

Shang Yi’s face blushed a little in embarrassment when she heard those words: “Dad, Qingyin is going to study in the evening, don’t disturb her.”

Lin Qingyin calmly patted Shang Yi’s hand: “It’s okay, it doesn’t take much time to calculate.” The main point was, it was good to earn a lot of money before the evening self-study.

Seeing Lin Qingyin agreed, Father Shang was a little relieved, and quickly took out another envelope with money then put it on the table: “The thing is, my father and I have some differences in character.
Our relationship has not been harmonious for more than 10 years.
A few days ago, the old man called me and told me that he was not in good health, so he asked me to go to the old residence of the Imperial Capital.”

Father Shang continued to say with a mocking smile: “Actually, my old man used this trick once or twice a year.
Every time I go back, it was fake, and then I’ll run to my half-brother.
To be honest, I really don’t like going in there, but I’m afraid that it is true.
After all, he is so old…”

Lin Qingyin looked at Father Shang’s face, took out a pen and paper, then put them on the coffee table: “Write a word, write whatever you think of.”