"Master Xiao? What Master Xiao? You mean that fortune-teller?"
"Fortune-telling? Fan Jia, I told you to watch fewer livestreams and focus on your studies, but you never listen! You're so young, and you're already hooked on superstitious nonsense!"
Fan Jia looked at his parents aggrievedly. "Mom, Master Xiao isn't peddling superstition. Ugh, I can't explain it to you. Master Xiao wants to talk to you now. It'll only take a few minutes, and you'll see how awesome he is!"
His parents were busy with their hot pot restaurant all day and had no time to go online, so they knew little about Master Xiao. What scraps they did know came from their customers' conversations.
So there was nothing strange about them thinking Xiao Yu was peddling superstition and refusing to believe him.
Xiao Yu looked at the middle-aged couple on the other end of the internet connection and smiled slightly. "Mr. Fan Nan, next time, don't hide your three hundred yuan of secret spending money under your insoles. Doesn't spending that stinky money bother you?"
Fan Nan's expression changed dramatically. He was aghast. "W-what secret spending money? Don't talk nonsense! I don't have any secret spending money!"
That nervous, guilty reaction of his.
Forget fooling the wife he lived with day in and day out-he couldn't even fool the million livestream viewers!
"Hahahahaha, secret spending money! Master Xiao, you're so mean!"
"It's not easy for a man to squirrel away some money! Exposing him just like that-what a sin!"
"Fan Nan says: Life is so hard! My wife was the one doubting you. What does my secret stash have to do with it?"
"Master Xiao is incredible. This is fantastic entertainment!"
Fan Jia scratched his head awkwardly under his father's hostile gaze.
Feng Xiaoqin was much more direct. Her eyes