With such complaints in mind, Jiang Shu stood in front of the Tarot Meeting's door, raised his hand to knock, but the door had already opened automatically as if it anticipated his arrival.
"Huh?" Jiang Shu paused for a moment, then his gaze diffused, surveying his surroundings.
He looked at Xiao Jia, whose screen indicated that there was a private network camera nearby.
Interesting.
Jiang Shu smiled and walked into the Tarot Meeting.
The countertop in the room was adorned with crystals of various colors and some decorations related to Western mysticism, such as some impressive-looking copper masks and celestial models.
"You've arrived," said a woman sitting in front of a desk, her back facing Jiang Shu, speaking indifferently.
"I have," Jiang Shu nodded.
Party B: You shouldn't have come.
Party C: But I came anyway.
"Take a seat," the woman turned around and gestured to the seat opposite her desk.
