Zhong Niangyao didn't get angry. In fact, she just kept smiling, "Long Family Head, Madam Long, why be so angry? Whether I have skills or not isn't just something you say. Why dismiss me outright without even seeing what I'm capable of?"
"So you're saying you really are a master?" The eldest young master of the Long Family, Long Haobo, extended his hand, lifted his glasses slightly, and his sharp gaze fell on Zhong Niangyao, "Then do you know what's really going on with my younger brother?"
"I don't know," Zhong Niangyao shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm just a fortune-teller, not a fairy. I can't draw conclusions without even seeing the person."
Zhong Niangyao's response was clearly not what everyone expected. They thought Zhong Niangyao would counter their words or try to prove her capabilities. However, now she appeared completely indifferent, as if she didn't care about their opinions at all, nor whether they trusted her.
