The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

"good evening."

Shi Ling greeted.

Ye Miaomiao smiled and said, "Good evening, Shi Ling, can I come in and talk?"

Shi Ling gave in and let her in: "Teacher Ye, what do you want to talk to me about?"

After Ye Miaomiao closed the door, she looked at her and said, "Shi Ling, you calculated Ling Yu'an's affairs during the day so accurately. How about you calculate it for me too?"

Shi Ling: "But fortune-telling is very expensive."

Ye Miaomiao smiled and took out a check for five million and placed it in front of her: "This is the divination fee."

Shi Ling quickly accepted it, and then told Ye Miaomiao with a serious face: "Teacher Ye's face is ruddy, and he may be imprisoned in the near future."

Ye Miaomiao: “…”

If Ye Miaomiao had not witnessed what happened between the Wang father and daughter and Ling Yu'an with her own eyes, she would have suspected that Shi Ling was a liar.

And he's a liar who hasn't even learned the professional rhetoric. Since when has a ruddy complexion been associated with jail time? Can you at least say that your forehead is dark?
Ye Miaomiao complained in her heart, but her expression became serious: "Then is there any way to crack it?"

Shi Ling looked determined as if he was about to take an oath under the national flag: "Turn yourself in. Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist. Reform yourself and strive for a reduced sentence."

Ye Miaomiao's face darkened.

She spent five million to find Shi Ling, not to hear these things.

Her bright future as a star over the years cannot be ruined like this.

"Is there no other way? Shi Ling, if you can help me get through this crisis, I can give you another 50 million." Ye Miaomiao gritted her teeth and offered a high price.

Shi Ling was very tempted, but she refused and just put her hands together, "Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is time to turn back, Amen." Then she made the sign of the cross on her chest.

Even someone as knowledgeable as Ye Miaomiao had never seen such a charlatan that combined Chinese and Western cultures.

She frowned, "Shi Ling, I can give you whatever you want, whether it's money, resources in the entertainment industry, fashion resources, or even the position of the heroine in a hot drama. Although the Jing family can give you these, it's not pleasant to live under someone else's roof, right? What others give is always not as good as what you fight for, right?"

Shi Ling shook his head, "I will accept ten thousand gold coins without considering etiquette and morality. What good will ten thousand gold coins do to me?"

Ye Miaomiao frowned: "What? Speak human language."

Shi Ling's eyes widened: "Ah? You haven't learned it?"

Shi Ling searched Baidu on her phone and showed her the translation: "Here, this is what it means."

Ye Miaomiao's face darkened slightly, feeling that Shi Ling was humiliating her.

After reading the translation, she understood what Shi Ling meant: "Shi Ling, does this mean you want to go against me?"

Shi Ling shook his head: "No. I'm showing you the way."

"Okay, okay. Shi Ling, I am different from Ling Yu'an. The capital behind me is beyond your imagination. Even if the Jing family and the Qin family are combined, they may not be able to help you." Ye Miaomiao threatened coldly.

Shi Ling: "I'm so scared."

That being said, Shi Ling didn't show any fear at all.

"Besides, you are not the only one in this world who understands metaphysics. Those netizens can praise you to the pedestal, or throw you into the mud. Do you think that just because you are called the goddess girl, you are really an omnipotent goddess?" Ye Miaomiao said coldly, slammed the door and left.

Shi Ling leaned on the bed motionlessly, staring at her back and said slowly: "Teacher Ye, don't look in the mirror at night~" (End of this chapter)