Xia Xin lifted his head from the thrill of excitement, "What serious matter?"
He had long forgotten.
Jiangli rolled her eyes, took a sip of her instant noodle soup, and then said, "Wasn’t it agreed that we would draw five free slots tonight? Have you seen what time it is now? Are we still going to do it?"
"Damn, I totally forgot about that!"
Xia Xin slapped his forehead, immediately grabbed Jiangli’s phone, and turned it on to check.
Sure enough, the private messages and comment section were exploding.
Not only because Xia Xin was late in drawing the five free slots.
But also because, just a few minutes ago, Wu Mei had posted on behalf of Fan Siguo, proving the authenticity of Jiangli’s fortune telling.
The excitement around Jiangli had already died down a tad over the course of the day.
Wu Mei’s post reignited the buzz, sending Jiangli back to the top of the popularity charts.
The number of fans asking why the slots hadn’t been drawn yet was on the rise.
Xia Xin, without a moment to be surprised, immediately posted a new message.
[Sorry for being late, I’ve just sorted out Mr. Fan Siguo’s family affairs. I’m starting the draw for the free slots now, the same old rule, ten minutes later, a random screenshot from the comment section, whichever five cuties I capture, they’re the chosen ones!]
This time Xia Xin was smarter, adding a note in the comment section.
[If you’re selected, and it’s personal or family matters you want inquired about, please send over your date and time of birth. If it’s about finding lost items or other issues, please inquire in detail before we decide, to avoid wasting everyone’s time.]
No sooner had Xia Xin’s post gone live than the notifications on his phone had stopped.
Ding ding ding ding ding——
He didn’t know how long it had gone on.
Xia Xin figured it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Ancestress, everything’s arranged, shall we draw five people for a free reading like yesterday?"
"How else could it be?" Jiangli nodded, finishing off the last of her sausage and exclaimed, "Delicious!"
Xia Xin thought to himself that if she ate it every day, she probably wouldn’t find it as tasty.
But now was not the time for such thoughts.
Xia Xin took the empty noodle bowl from her and said, "Well, Ancestress, we’ll start in ten minutes, you take a break for a while."
"A break?" Jiangli wiped her mouth, giving him a meaningful look, "We can’t rest yet."
Xia Xin paused mid-motion, "Could there be something else going on?"
Jiangli’s face held a teasing smile, purposely being mysterious, "Just wait, you’ll find out soon."
Xia Xin scratched his head, filled with suspicion.
But since Jiangli had said so, there must be something.
He put the noodle bowl on the table and didn’t leave.
Almost as soon as he put down the bowl, his phone suddenly rang.
Even though it was his own ringtone, it still gave him a start.
Xia Xin’s heart skipped a beat, and he fumbled to take out his phone only to see that it was a voice call from Young Master Yao.
Xia Xin uttered a surprised sound, "Ancestress, it’s a voice call from Young Master Yao; what does he mean by this? Could something have happened at his end?"
He remembered that Jiangli had spoken to Young Master Yao before...
"Pick it up and you’ll know," Jiangli said with a slight lift of her chin, composed as ever.
Seeing her so sure and unsurprised, Xia Xin understood that all of this was within the Ancestress’s expectations.
He decisively answered the voice call, "Hello, Yao..."
"Hello, is this Jiaoyang Temple? Are you, are you the Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple?"
Xia Xin hadn’t finished his sentence when a tense male voice came from the other end.
The man seemed to be trembling, his voice tight and quivering continuously, even carrying a hint of a sob.
It was as if something had scared him, and badly at that.
Xia Xin looked at Jiangli and chose to put the call on speaker, "Well, Young Master Yao, this is Jiaoyang Temple, I’m the disciple of the Abbot. May I ask why you’re calling so late, is there a matter?"