The livestream viewers roared with laughter.
The mockery filling the screen sent Wei Junqing's blood pressure soaring.
He was so angry he wanted to smash his phone.
What did it feel like to have a million people gang up on you?
It felt like this: if he had a button that would blow up the world, he would press it without a moment's hesitation.
"A Rocket? A fucking Rocket, my ass! That damn scammer even told me to come back tomorrow, when it was obviously the same question! Playing word games with me?"
He had only just finished cursing when a voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Wei Junqing, who told you to run your damn mouth? Other people beg for a fortune-telling slot and can't get one, but you? You get your fortune told and still aren't happy. If we hadn't grown up practically sharing the same pair of pants, I'd want to tear into you myself.
"I suggest you send that Rocket. Master Xiao isn't asking you to send him a Rocket for your measly few hundred yuan. He's helping you redirect and dispel the heavenly punishment for revealing heaven's secrets!"
Wei Junqing glanced at his troublesome friend Zou Yang beside him and snapped, "Make it up. Keep making it up. Revealing heaven's secrets? Heavenly punishment? Why doesn't he fly up and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun, then? I'm a Dou Zong Expert. Why the hell would I be afraid of him?"
"...You've been reading too many novels. Anyway, believe it or not, it's up to you. You asked about your love life. If you don't want to make any more progress with Qiu Yisi, don't send the Rocket, and don't ask Master Xiao for help tomorrow, either. Once retribution comes down on you, there's no