"Mr. Chen? What are you doing here?"
Xie Songde looked surprised when he saw Chen Miao.
"My friend bought a house here. I came to take a look."
"I see. Mr. Chen, I have something to take care of. Let's talk another time."
With that, Xie Songde hurried away.
Chen Miao paused, but didn't think much of it. The man seemed distracted, so he probably really did have something to handle.
Xie Songde's strides were short but hurried.
He had been run ragged by matters at home these past few days, yet this was something he couldn't tell too many people about.
Soon, he arrived home.
But when he went inside, no one was in sight.
"Where is everyone? Where did they all go?"
Only after Xie Songde called out did his son, Xie Yun, emerge from his room.
"Dad, Mom said she went out to pick someone up. She'll be back soon."
Hearing this, Xie Songde sat down on the sofa.
Xie Yun walked over and said conspiratorially, "Dad, Mom told me she asked someone to find a powerful ritual master to perform a ceremony here!"
"Dad, do you think the person Mom found is reliable?"
Xie Songde frowned. "Your mother arranged it. How would I know?"
"Your business is so big, Dad. Don't you know any masters?"
Xie Songde replied with a hint of irritation, "Do you think those masters are that easy to get hold of?"
He felt rather conflicted about it himself.
He had never believed in such things before. Even when his friends talked about them, he had treated them as nothing more than stories.
Yet somehow, he, the biggest skeptic of them all, had run into exactly this sort of thing. Where was the justice in that?
He had never bothered paying his