Lu Xiaobu was unaware of Zheng Hai's thoughts, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
Although the age difference wasn't much, and these people were even a few years older than him, in this regard, he really viewed them like children.
If no trouble was stirred up, they were all young and could play together casually.
But if they caused trouble, then they shouldn't blame him for bullying the young.
Lu Xiaobu headed straight to the fortune teller's booth, looking at the fortune teller with great interest as he sized him up and down.
"Fortune telling, young man?" The fortune teller pushed up his sunglasses and smiled.
"Are you really blind or just pretending?" Lu Xiaobu didn't answer directly but instead asked about his sunglasses.
"If you say they're real, then they're real. If you say they're fake, then they're fake!"
