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Hearing that, among the crowd, many people who felt the same way nodded their heads.

In the past, Bai Mohan worked hard every day and hardly appeared on the Internet.

Later, when the copyright of the formula was revealed, everyone praised him for keeping a low profile and focusing on doing big things.

That's what research is for.

But now, Bai Mohan has accepted several interviews and has become a little popular on the Internet.

Everyone felt that Bai Mohan was going astray now.

I want to be an internet celebrity.

Otherwise, what are you doing posting these messy posts that have nothing to do with your own research on the Internet every day?
This doesn't look like a real researcher at all.

Everyone also felt that Bai Mohan's words might not be reliable.

"Hey, little girl, I heard that the master is quite young. You are all young people. Have you met her before? Do you know her?" The aunt who started talking suddenly asked Lingchu.

Hearing this, Lingchu smiled playfully, "Understood, I understand her now."

When the aunt heard this, her eyes lit up immediately, "Really? Then do you know what she looks like, and when will she come?"

The others also looked at Lingchu.

Lingchu blinked, "She's already here."

The aunt was taken aback, "Here I am, where are you?"

Lingchu smiled, "It's so far away from the horizon."

Auntie suddenly widened her eyes, looked at Lingchu, and stammered, "You, you don't mean you, do you?"

Lingchu smiled, and reported his family name, "It's me, and my name is Lingchu."

When everyone heard this, they looked at Lingchu with colorful expressions.

The young man took a few glances at Lingchu, a little disbelieving, "Is what you said true or not? Don't come here to impersonate the master and cheat us of money, right?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Lingchu with a little more vigilance in their eyes.

Lingchu smiled calmly and didn't explain anything. He just walked to the door and opened the lock with his fingerprint.

The store door, which was originally closed, was opened just like that.

Seeing this scene, everyone immediately shut their mouths tightly.

The person who can open the door of this shop is of course the real owner, Lingchu.

Thinking of what they said just now in front of the Righteous Master, they said some unpleasant things, and the expressions on everyone's faces became even more strange.

However, Lingchu didn't turn over the old score. After opening the door, he looked at his aunt, "Do you still want to come in?"

Auntie came back to her senses suddenly, laughed dryly, and didn't know how to get back to Lingchu for a while.

But when she thought of her own child, she hesitated for a few seconds, then forced a smile and said, "Yes, yes, yes!"

With that said, she hurriedly followed behind Lingchu and was about to enter the store.

Lingchu looked at the others again, "What about you?"

Everyone looked at the little girl in front of them, and they were even more curious about whether Lingchu was as powerful as the Internet said.

There are also some people who want to see if Lingchu is a liar.

No matter what state of mind they had, they didn't leave again, and instead all entered the shop.

Lingchu and Yan Chen also walked into the shop.

Lingchu first took her aunt into the compartment on the first floor. She poured a glass of water for her and handed it over. She looked at her face and said, "Do you want to tell your son's fortune?"

The auntie heard the words, took the cup, and she lost the embarrassment just now, and said directly: "Yes, my son is in his 30s, and he works and works every day. He has never looked for a wife. Am I not in a hurry?"

When Lingchu heard this, the first thought in his mind was that it seems that no matter what time it is, parents can't help urging the marriage.

She smiled faintly, sat down, and said, "Did you bring your son's photo or birthday?"

Auntie froze for a moment, "Birth date?"

Lingchu explained, "Yes, it's the date of birth, it's best to be accurate to the point."