Mr. Perfect Makeover

"No?" He Fumin didn't believe it. "You are a famous feng shui master in the industry. You have seen my wife's situation. It must be caused by bad feng shui. Tell me, do you want to change houses? This place is away from the city. The area is a little farther away, wouldn’t it be better to move to the urban area where there are more people? It’s okay, Master Xiao, tell me, as long as it can be solved by money, it’s not a big deal.”

Wu Xin suddenly looked at He Fuming's rich and powerful appearance, and he didn't get angry at all. This kind of nouveau riche is the most unaccustomed in his life, otherwise he wouldn't have provoked Xiao Rufeng impulsively.

"Why, according to what Mr. He means, he just wants something to happen? You say this is really strange. Most people are very happy to hear that their house is fine, but I don't know why Mr. He hopes that there is something wrong with his family?"

These words are full of thorns in the open and in the dark, and most people don't have a very good face when they hear it, but this He Fumin is a little strange. Talk about a guilty conscience.

Xiao Rufeng crossed his legs, folded his hands and put them on his knees, his upper body was straight, his appearance seemed casual, but there was a hint of oppression.

"Mr. He, my assistant is a bit upright. If something is harsh to your ears, don't worry about it."

As soon as this remark came out, Wu Xin immediately barked his teeth and claws, "Why did my words hurt my ears, you give me..."

Xiao Rufeng waved his hands, and continued: "This house faces south and north, and the surroundings are open. The Feng Shui is very good. I really can't find anything wrong with it. However, looking at Mr. He's demeanor, there seems to be something unspeakable."

He Fuming said with a sneer, "I, how could I have something unspeakable, the master really knows how to joke."

"Oh, really? Then take me for a joke! Since you have come up to us, Madam must be in a much better mood now?" Xiao Rufeng nodded pointlessly, got up and asked.

"Well, yes, Xiaoli's condition is better now, master can go and see what's going on." He Fuming wiped the sweat from his forehead and got up.

"Then let's go!" Xiao Rufeng said and strode away without looking back.

He Fuming followed behind.

Wu Xin ran to the back, made an indecent gesture to the two people in front, and was about to lift his foot to leave, but heard a very low cry, like the sound of someone's mouth being tightly covered.

Slowly raised his head to look in the direction of the sound, it was the top floor.

Bao Ma said that there was nothing on the top floor, it was just a small attic, but the deceased master made it clear that no one could come in or out of it.

Could it be. . . . . . ?

A strange feeling wrapped around Wu Xinran's heart like a thread. Could it be that there is some mystery in the attic?

"Wu Xinran, what are you doing, why don't you come down?" Xiao Rufeng called out from the second floor without seeing him.

"Ah, here we come, here we come." Wu Xin replied suddenly, while walking, he looked up at the roof thoughtfully, but he couldn't hear any sound.

Could this be an auditory hallucination caused by the influence of Baoma's story?

Wu Xin suddenly shook his head mockingly, and followed downstairs.

There was nothing gray to be seen flashing past him and disappearing up the stairs leading to the top floor.