The elderly man opened his eyes when Zion opened the door and walked in.
Upon seeing Zion from a distance, he asked with an ingratiating smile, “Welcome, Sir. Would you like me to read your fortune? Come, have a seat!”
He stood up, wiped the chair with his sleeve, and invited Zion to take a seat.
Judging from how well-dressed Zion was, the elderly man regarded Zion as a potential big client.
“I’m not here for fortune-telling!” Zion shook his head.
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