Is this guy an idiot? Or is it an intermittent psychiatric attack?

Old Dylan was confused, but when he heard these words, he thought about them carefully, and his luck was very metaphysical: "Li, these words seem to contain philosophy. I suddenly became very interested in Chinese culture. Maybe we can communicate together if we have time in the future?"

"Of course, I am extremely happy, so... I'll send you there."

Li Qin stood up to see the guests and watched them get on the bus.

When the car door closed, he waved his hand and said goodbye with a smile.

They just left with a confused look on their faces.

After waiting for the person to leave, Henry couldn't help saying, "Li, you, do you really think so? Why do I think something is wrong with you?"

Li Qin shrugged: "Of course, this is the reason for luck. You know, we Chinese value luck and Feng Shui very much. If you tell you, you don't understand it."

Henry was stunned when he heard this, including Jerome, muttering...

Being sick, being sick, being sick!

But for Daddy...

How could he not know Li Qin's temper?

What Chinese people are good at pursuing luck, Feng Shui, and fooling ghosts, but they don’t believe it.

But it is impossible for the eldest nephew to do this without reason...

I kept waiting for the end and went home.
Chapter completed!