Ye Chen already knew what Yuan Li was thinking.
Moreover, Ye Chen was alone with his own thoughts.
Ye Chen laughed and said, "What if I say I can read your mind, would you believe me?"
Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, Yuan Li was stunned.
"You mean, you can read my mind?" Yuan Li looked at Ye Chen in shock.
Yuan Li didn't expect Ye Chen to claim he could read minds.
Ye Chen chuckled: "It's not that strange, actually I'm a Fortune Teller."
"You've probably heard of Qimen Dunjia, right?"
If an average person said they were a Fortune Teller and also knew Feng Shui to her, Yuan Li would have turned around and left already.
But she had heard the police talk about Ye Chen, so she didn't dare not to believe.
Yuan Li shook her head: "Isn't the Art of Face Reading all just scams?"
Ye Chen laughed: "Who says? Not only do I know Feng Shui, but I can also read faces, and through your palm, I can know everything about you, even your innermost thoughts."
Yuan Li was dumbfounded.
