Xia Liang lazily stretched.
"OH MY GOD!"
Just then, a startled cry rang out. Everyone turned to look and was stunned for a moment. A tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman was standing nearby.
In the sunlight, her blonde hair shone with a brilliant luster. Her eyes were as blue as the sea, and her straight, aquiline nose was striking without being obtrusive, adding a touch of nobility to her features.
"Prophet, I was wondering if you could read my fortune?" the blonde woman asked in slightly halting Chinese.
Xia Liang gave the foreign woman a lazy glance and chuckled. "Your father is the Archbishop of the Los Angeles Cathedral. You, a follower of a Western religion, are coming to me for a reading? You're not very devout in your own faith, are you?"
After speaking, Xia Liang looked at the woman, Danny, with a smile.
Danny covered her mouth in shock. "You even know that?"
