The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

The timid person ran straight behind Song Qingge.

In less than two seconds, a crowd of people had gathered behind the slender Song Qingge.

"Move aside, move aside, this spot is mine!"

"Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served? I'm the man standing behind Master Song."

"Get out of my way, I'm the woman behind Master Song!"

The Jiang family members, except for Jiang Zhou, were secretly pleased to have secured front-row seats early on.

Seeing a group of people scrambling to grab a spot, he pursed his lips in displeasure. Inadvertently, he pushed off with his buttocks, sending all the men flying.

"Oh my god, who's so mean!"

"My Master Song~~~"

The room was filled with an eerie struggle.

The three members of the Song family watched from the side, their faces growing increasingly grim.

Song Qiaoqiao couldn't care less about being jealous at this moment. She pushed out a father in one hand and a mother in the other to block her way.

"Ranxing, get out of here right now! Are you trying to get us killed?!"

All the unfriendly gazes were directed at Ran Xing, like the scorching summer sun burning her skin.

Just like how everyone had treated Song Qingge earlier, the rebukes were like boomerangs, piercing her eyes.

She clenched her fists, but at that moment she was even more afraid that something dirty would crawl into her body.

"Save me, please save me!"

Tang Chengze grabbed Song Qingge's arm: "You must know what's going on, hurry up and save Xingxing."

"Hey, Tang Zhishan, did your son poop in the toilet? Is his brainstem missing? He was cursing Qingge just now, and now he's ordering us to save people. What does that mean?" Jiang Yueming started cursing as soon as he opened his mouth.

She and Jiang Zhou are both known for their sharp tongues in the Jiang family, but they just have different styles.

One type of person can hurl insults regardless of their manners, while the other can deliver a sudden, hurtful blow.

"You..." Tang Chengze was furious, but couldn't find a reason to refute him.

Suddenly, Ran Xing stumbled and fell, her forehead hitting the corner of the bed with a thud, raising a large bump.

She was terrified: "Ah, a ghost! I stepped on a ghost! It...it's right next to my feet! Help!"

In an instant, everyone squeezed behind Song Qingge, turning enemies into friends and hugging each other tightly.

Tang Chengze didn't care anymore, grabbed Song Qingge's arm and pulled her towards Ran Xing.

It was blocked by a tall wall.

Jiang Zhou said coldly, "Let go."

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting again, both sets of parents got ready to mediate.

Song Qingge remained calm and pointed to Ran Xing's feet: "Why don't you check what she stepped on first?"

Everyone's faces turned pale, and the timid ones closed one eye and cautiously looked down.

Under the bed, a round robotic vacuum cleaner was working with a small rotating fan, "whooshing" as it swept away the debris and dust on the floor.

But Ranxing blocked its way, so its little fan spun faster and it rammed its body against Ranxing, trying to break through a path.

The guests breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"Pshaw, what's the big deal? It's just a robot vacuum cleaner."

"Mr. Tang, your son is getting a bit too worked up over a woman who's making such a fuss..."

The backlash from magic can not only cause physical misfortune but also affect one's mental health.

Normally, people wouldn't step on a robot vacuum cleaner and immediately think it's a ghost, getting agitated and jumping up and down. But people who are plagued by bad luck are more likely to develop negative emotions.

Bumping your head is a sign of bad luck.

Tang Zhishan, feeling embarrassed, pulled his lovestruck son behind him and whispered, "Shut up and stay put."

Ran Xing, who had just been making a scene, realized her loss of composure and lowered her head.

She tugged at Tang Chengze's trouser leg: "Chengze, did I do something wrong?"

Tang Chengze, who was initially a little irritated, calmed down when he saw his fiancée's pitiful appearance.

She quickly hugged him tightly: "It's okay, you were just scared."

The two leaned on each other. Tang Zhishan glanced at them and shook his head.

What a terrible son! He inherited all sorts of bad genes, but he also inherited his love-obsessed nature.

He quickly apologized, "Master Song, Miss Yueming is right, my son's mind is a bit... Please don't take it to heart. I'll take him to the hospital for a brain check-up tomorrow. Thanks to you, my wife was able to wake up safely just now. How much do you think we should pay?"

Mrs. Tang, supporting herself on the bed, turned halfway around and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Master Song. You saved my life and my husband. Otherwise, if he had continued to suffer from insomnia, I would have been really worried about his health. Please name your price."

From now on, she will fight anyone who dares to disobey Master Song.

The son was no exception.

After saying that, she glared at her son.

Song Qingge did the math and said calmly, "Five million."

A few minutes later, ten million yuan was deposited into the bank account.

Tang Zhishan thanked him again: "My wife and I have ten million. Please check if the amount is correct. If not, I will transfer it again."

Uh……

The brain circuits of the Tang family members seem to be different from those of normal people.

Since the customer insisted on giving it to her, she had no reason to return it.

With a calm expression, she said, "Yes." She then drew a calming talisman and handed it to Tang Zhishan.

He explained, "Although I drove her out of the Tang family, she might still return by attaching herself to other objects."

She paused at this point and looked at Ran Xing.

He slowly explained, "I suggest Mr. Tang check the people in your household. Place this calming talisman under your pillow, and you'll be protected from any evil spirits again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guests who had been crowding at the back could no longer contain themselves.

They rushed to speak, chattering away:

"Master Song, I have money. Could you sell me a few calming talismans and protective charms as well?"

"Me too!"

"Queue up, queue up, I'll go first!"

"Why should I buy it first!"

"Get out of the way, I'm in front of the line!"

The scene was quite chaotic at one point; when business comes knocking on your door, why wouldn't you take it?

Those present were all wealthy people from the upstairs society; they weren't short of money.

She raised the price slightly, charging 500,000 for each talisman.

The more mysterious and rare something is, the more likely it is to arouse consumers' curiosity and desire to buy.

So she set out yellow talismans and cinnabar, and began a mysterious performance show.

Arms raised high, composed and at ease.

With a light touch of the fingertip, the yellow talisman flashed with golden light.

write.

fall.