Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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Zeng Tianhua had a certain blood relationship with her, so she could only deduce so much and couldn't go any further.

It seemed that she had to quickly find an opportunity to help him resolve this bad luck.

"Uncle, do you believe in divination?"

Yang Zimei asked from behind, wanting to test his attitude towards fortune telling.

"I have never believed in that kind of feudal superstition. Niuniu, you are also a scholar. You must believe in science. Don't be like my granddaughter who yells about zodiac signs and tarot cards all day long. You are just fooling people."

Zeng Tianhua used to major in Marxist philosophy and was a materialist who extremely disliked superstition.

"Uncle, after all, this Xuanmen Taoism has been circulating in China for thousands of years. There must be a reason for its existence, otherwise not so many people would believe in it."

Yang Zimei said.

"People believe in it just because they want peace of mind in times of adversity. They are all ignorant thoughts. Niuniu, don't believe in this kind of deified thing."

Zeng Tianhua warned.

Yang Zimei smiled bitterly.

This was her specialty, and she couldn't help but believe it.

Since her uncle was so repulsive, she had to find a way to make him wear the protective magical weapon she would give him in the future.

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The car returned to the door of the Song family's house.

"Uncle, this is it."

"Here?" Zeng Tianhua stopped the car in confusion, "Mr. Song you are talking about, is Mr. Song here? Is Song Zhe still alive?"

"Song Zhe? Who is it?"

Yang Zimei asked puzzledly.

"Isn't this Song Zhe's house? Who is Mr. Song you are talking about?"

"Song Xuan."

"Song Xuan? Little Xuanzi?" A sudden realization appeared on Zeng Tianhua's face, "It turns out he is Song Zhe's son. I met him when he was a child."

"Uncle, do you know Mr. Song's father?" Yang Zimei couldn't help but sigh again that this world is really small, and there are wonderful connections between people.

"Well, we had a good relationship before, but then Song Zhe and his wife went back to city A to open an antique shop, and we gradually lost contact. A few years ago, I once heard someone say that Song Zhe was dead.

I have been sad for a while. I never thought that his son would be your husband. It is really destined."

Zeng Tianhua nodded and answered.

"Hehe, yes."

Yang Zimei jumped out of the car, and before she rang the doorbell, Sadako had already opened the door, bent over and called to her, "Master, are you back?"

"Um."

Yang Zimei nodded, pointed at Zeng Tianhua and said to Zhenzi, "This is my uncle."

"Hello, uncle!"

Sadako quickly stepped forward and saluted.

"This is……"

Zeng Tianhua asked Yang Zimei in confusion, "Why did she call you master?"

"Haha, today is my birthday. We are playing a game. I play the master and she plays the servant. Don't take it seriously."

Yang Zimei hurriedly explained.

She doesn't want her uncle to know her true identity yet. She hopes that she can receive his care and enjoy his verbosity like an ordinary girl.

"I see. You are really a little girl. You can't do anything wrong, but you still pretend to be a master and a servant. It shocked me. But our Zeng family used to have a lot of slaves, and they were all called

Our young master and young ladies serve us as their masters."

Zeng Tianhua sighed a little, "It's just that the world has changed now, everyone is equal. There is only an employment relationship, not a master-servant relationship."

"Haha." Yang Zimei smiled, it was even more difficult for her to explain Sadako's origin.

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