Chapter 170 - 169: I’m Waiting for That Little Guy
The denial from the person fated for her sparked another round of discussion among the Live Broadcast Room audience for Mianmian.
[How could it not be possible? If our Little Auntie says it’s possible, then it’s possible.]
[Brother, it’s been ten years. If your dog reincarnated right away, it’d be ten years old by now. Maybe it really is your Maomao.]
[How about checking for birthmarks? I’ve seen a video clip where someone’s dog passed away, and after 8 years they got a new dog, and that dog developed the same birthmark.]
Everyone was clamoring to give advice to the person fated for her, but he still furrowed his brows in dismay.
The slim white dog circled around his feet, excitedly sniffing his scent, yet he didn’t bend down to pet it.
"That’s all I can say," Mianmian upheld the principle her dad had told her that when selling something you should make the buyer happy, and asked, "How about it? Want to chat more with Mianmian?"
The person fated for her, who had been observing the dog by his side, stared at Mianmian upon hearing her and asked, "Why only so much? Can’t you finish telling me my entire future? Or do you simply not have the ability?"
Feeling her fortune-telling abilities questioned, Mianmian puffed up her cheeks, a bit angry as she said, "It’s not that I can’t finish it, it’s just that’s as far as it goes. Mianmian can’t see any further."
The person fated for her continued to press: "Why can’t you see? What’s the reason?"