Song Zixuan was also angry.
"Hold on, hold on, hold your ass!
"I think you just have nothing better to do. If you want fortune-telling, go ahead. Why must you keep talking? If you don't talk, no one will think you're dumb!"
Even though Song Zixuan was also worried that Lu Zijia couldn't win, she definitely couldn't lose in terms of momentum!
Looking at Song Zixuan, who popped out again, Lu Zijia felt that the unlucky man was like a firecracker today. He would run out and fly into rage when people said something he didn't like.
However, if this unlucky man wanted to fly into rage, she should just let him be.
"You…!"
The middle-aged man was so furious that his face flushed. He was about to rebuke Song Zixuan, but the young man in a leather jacket stopped him.
"Don't, I've seen him. He's the Young Master of the Song family. We better not offend him." The young man in a leather jacket whispered in the middle-aged man's ear.
