Zhang Xiaowei wasn't afraid of him and just stared at him dead in the eye.
After a standoff with Zhang Xiaowei, the eccentric man finally turned his head away.
"Beautiful, let me continue reading your palm."
Zhang Xiaowei had just seen this guy taking advantage of that beauty, and now seeing him try the same trick again, he really wanted to find out what this guy was up to.
After all, the man's attire was indeed strange.
It was neither modern nor ancient.
He was entirely a hybrid, and it was quite awkward to look at.
Moreover, physiognomy is a rare knowledge these days, understood by very few.
Looking at him, Zhang Xiaowei felt he was just a street hustler.
"You see this line, I was just about to explain it to you before I was so rudely interrupted."
As he said this, the eccentric man shot Zhang Xiaowei an irritated glance.
Zhang Xiaowei couldn't be bothered to deal with him and just watched with interest from the side.
