"No." Wen Ying looked at the stall owner, her expression a little serious. She seemed to feel that answer wasn't convincing enough. "I'm a psychologist."
"A psychologist?" The stall owner looked at Wen Ying in confusion. 'Are psychologists this cutthroat these days?'
'Starting to steal business from fortune-tellers now?'
"I know you're deducing my identity and thoughts based on my clothes and appearance. That's psychology."
"Alright, fine, whatever. I don't care about your psychology. Are you going to pay or not?"
The stall owner clearly didn't want to continue discussing the topic with Wen Ying, so he just held out his hand.
"One hundred yuan isn't that expensive, I suppose. After all, a single session with me costs a thousand."
The stall owner's face instantly beamed. "Cash or mobile payment?"
[Hahaha, the defeated fortune-teller changed his tune in a flash!]
[I'm curious, will Doctor Wen actually pay?]
[Fortune-telling is a branch of psychology! That's not wrong!]
