A middle-aged man with a mustache surrounded by everyone eagerly looked up at the short-haired girl who was begging him.
After a while, he nodded as if he was benevolent. "Alright, you'll do."
The short-haired girl widened her eyes in disbelief and was so excited that her eyes turned red. "Master… Master Fanming, is… Is it really me? Did you really choose me?"
The short-haired girl was so excited that she was a bit incoherent, and her fair face turned red.
The people around who weren't chosen all looked at the short-haired girl enviously, wishing they could replace her.
"That's right. Please sit."
Master Fanming nodded slightly and made an inviting gesture, indicating for the short-haired girl to sit down.
The short-haired girl sat down happily and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Thank you, Master Fanming."
"Alright, extend your hand for me to see your palm first!" Master Fanming raised his hand and said.
