"Hehe... Fatty, don't get so worked up."
Pei Tong wiped the spit off his face, looking a bit embarrassed. He gave an awkward smile, then his eyes lit up and he turned to Qin Yang.
"Bro, my name is Pei Tong, and I am the 38th generation heir of the 'Divine Physiognomy'. My skills in physiognomy can predict both ancient and modern times, foretell fortune and misfortune, and even ask about romantic fates... So, how about it? Want to try a reading and find out when you'll have a girl by your side?"
Pei Tong raised his eyebrows at Qin Yang with a beaming smile, chuckling as he spoke.
"No need."
Qin Yang found it quite amusing and shook his head.
"Come on, man, don't be so stingy. Just ten bucks, ten bucks and I can guide you on how to meet the girl you like. Oh, and I also have the 'Eighteen Scriptures of Pursuing Girls,' also just ten bucks, ten bucks!"
Pei Tong said, taking out a yellow booklet and waving it around.
