Just as Xia Liang said, he was now blessed with both a son and a daughter, with three generations living under one roof and not a single worry in the world. His claim to the contrary had merely been a test.
Sun Guoming had encountered plenty of fortune tellers. Whenever he asked them about his worries, they would give vague answers, saying someone in his family had recently fallen ill or that something similar would happen. In fact, if a fortune teller continued along that line of questioning, it proved they were nothing but a charlatan. Even if he asked his own son, his son would probably just worry about him, assuming he must be in some kind of trouble to ask such a thing. Sun Guoming tested every so-called fortune teller this way, and it almost never failed.
But he had not expected Xia Liang to state directly that he had no worries at all. It was as if he knew exactly what Sun Guoming was thinking. Only now did Sun Guoming begin to truly size up the young man before him.
