Several aunties noticed him, all looked up again and again, eyes full of admiration and affection.
Tall and handsome, dignified, with a composed aura; from his attire, he seemed wealthy.
With such good qualities, is he really seeking a romantic relationship?
If he's still single, wouldn't he be perfect for their children!
If Wen Zhan didn't have a cold expression and such an aloof demeanor that made those aunties hesitant to approach, surely they'd be clamoring to introduce matches for him.
Finally, it was his turn.
A man doesn't easily bend the knee; instead of kneeling on the cushion and bowing, he directly tossed several hundred yuan notes into the donation box, leaving the nearby auntie wide-eyed in surprise.
After donating the incense money, he imitated the previous auntie, picked up the divination tube, and shook it vigorously.
"Clatter," a stick fell out.