Mr. Rambo openly sized up the young Fortune Teller before him.
The young man gave him an impression of utter composure, along with an unfathomable air of mystery.
It was a very peculiar feeling.
But as a distinguished lawyer, Mr. Rambo still did not believe he could divine fate. Such a thing was far too incredible.
"Mr. Rambo, what would you like to have divined?"
Chen Lun lifted his fruit tea and took a sip, tasting the faint fragrance of lemon and a hint of orange peel.
Rambo exchanged a glance with Huggins beside him.
"Huggie?"
He called to him affectionately.
Huggins immediately realized something, asked them to wait a moment, and prepared to leave the sitting room.
Chen Lun glanced over and spoke up to remind him:
"Mr. Huggins, please bring Mr. Rambo's medicine and two clean handkerchiefs when you return."
Huggins paused briefly, but said nothing and quietly left.
A short while later, as Huggins returned carrying a large cardboard box, Mr. Rambo suddenly began gasping for breath.
Startled, Huggins happened to have a bottle of pills in his hand. He immediately twisted off the cap, picked up the glass of water on the table, and helped Mr. Rambo take his medicine.
While taking the medicine, Mr. Rambo could not stop himself from coughing. Water spilled onto his collar, and Huggins hurriedly wiped it clean with a handkerchief.
Once Mr. Rambo's breathing had steadied, he and Huggins exchanged a glance, both deeply surprised.
It seemed this Mr. Jack had anticipated everything.
As he looked up at the black-haired young man quietly drinking tea, a small tuft of dog hair caught the breeze and drifted in front of Mr. Rambo.
His mouth suddenly opened wide as he felt a sneeze coming. Huggins reacted quickly, hurriedly picking up the other