In a short period of time, Elliot Huang's expression changed again and again. He patted the grass clippings on his pants nonchalantly, "Mom, why are you here?"
"I went to Shanghechang to get some screws." As if passing by, Meredith Chen held a vegetable basket and looked at the old Taoist priest crossing the hillside, "Winter, who is that?"
Elliot Huang continued to pat the grass clippings, "He seems to be a fortune teller."
Meredith Chen said, "Fortune teller? Is it the one the Silas He family found?"
Elliot Huang said, "It's possible."
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