Jiangli glanced at Duan Jianchuan, then turned to Fu Shiyan, "Since you guys showed up here today, it seems that my words really did come true."
"That's right, that's right!"
Before Fu Shiyan could say anything, Wen Zishu jumped in, with a pained expression on his face, dramatically draped over the table, "Master, you must help me get revenge!"
Jiangli raised her eyebrows, asking Fu Shiyan, "Who is this?"
Fu Shiyan figured out what she wanted to ask, "Let's deal with his issue first."
Jiangli clicked her tongue, "Since you say so, that can be arranged. Here is the deal, one divination costs ten thousand yuan, other matters will be charged separately. But since we are destined fellows, I'll give you a discount and charge you eight thousand."
Wen Zishu: "..."
They actually charge for this?
Wen Zishu hesitated for a moment, but eight thousand was just the cost of a meal for them, so he said, "Fine, eight thousand it is, as long as you, Master, can help me get my revenge!"