He had lived a smooth life these years because he had paid a feng shui master to bring him good luck, but his good luck was hardly comparable to Tang Aining's.
Anyway, it was possible that Tang Aining was just really unbelievably skilled at gambling.
Within forty minutes, Ji Anchen took Hunter to a house in a suburb. He walked closer and rang the doorbell.
After a while, a young man came to open the door and brought them inside.
Because Ji Anchen had already asked the feng shui master whether he was home before they came, he didn't bother to do it again now.
After the young man brought Ji Anchen into the house, he directly took them to the study room. Ji Anchen came late at night because he needed to talk about something important with the feng shui master.
In the study room, an old man about seventy years old, with gray hair in a gray suit sat there quietly. His face was full of wrinkles.
