At half past nine, we arrived at Fortune Teller's Row.
As soon as I stepped into the shop, something was suddenly splashed onto me.
"Bah! You brat, you're here again. Go away, go away—such bad luck. You're looking more and more like a ghost."
"What are you doing, old man?" I couldn't help but snap. The old man glared at me with disgust.
"Grandpa, this is a little something from us." Rachel Lan said hurriedly, carrying fruit and several bags and placing them on the table.
"Hmm, young lady, we'll accept these. But this time..." The old man reached out his hand. I saw immediately that he was asking for money, and I shot him a contemptuous look.
Then Hugh Thompson smiled faintly, took a bulging brown envelope out of his pocket, and placed it in the old man's hand.
"Ten thousand, huh? Not bad."
I blinked.
"Ethan, come here. Granny will take a look at you."