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Lin Fan placed his fingertips together and read his own fortune. He saw that there would be no calamity in his fate. Hence, he didn't bother about that matter anymore.

Being a quiet back-scrubber in Elder Zeng's bathhouse seemed to gradually be taking a turn for the better. Since the previous day, the number of customers had increased significantly and the people who personally requested for Lin Fan to scrub their bodies were getting more and more. It seemed that Lin Fan was gradually becoming well-known.

Once his reputation reached a certain peak, the task would be completed!

Wu Youlan walked over quietly and asked, "Who was it who called just now? Why did that voice sound like a young lady? Her voice was really pleasant."

Lin Fan chuckled. "How was that pleasant? Remember this, that person will very like come to Shanghai to cut me down. So if someday, a stranger asks where I am, just pretend you don't know."