"I'm just a fortune-teller, I haven't looked into your past, and I didn't know you before today!"
Tang Mingshan clearly didn't fully believe what Yun Ran said; he simply couldn't understand why anyone would bother plotting against an old man like him.
Glancing at Old Liu, Tang Mingshan recognized the attire as that of chauffeurs for wealthy families, and so he at least didn't suspect Yun Ran to be a swindler trying to scam money.
"Girl, if you have any motives, just say it directly!"
Because of Old Liu's appearance, Tang Mingshan clearly decided not to beat around the bush with Yun Ran anymore and got straight to the point.
Yun Ran sighed. This was the trouble with not having powerful connections; one was always suspected of being a swindler or harboring ulterior motives.
In the past, she only needed to declare herself a person of Qingfeng Temple—even if it was a bluff, people would take her word for it.
