Chen Mengxi was well aware of fortune-telling matters and held genuine masters in high regard. Yet when it came to a greenhorn like Lin Chen, she might believe he possessed some skills, but she could never place him on the same level as those true experts.

Afflicted by this strange illness, she had already sought out renowned masters, only to be told there was nothing they could do. She found it impossible to believe Lin Chen could cure her.

Her heart wavered. Reason told her he was nothing more than a charlatan and that she should not trust him. However, those masters had all been powerless, while this man had accurately identified her problem and even pointed out that her prolonged lack of intimacy had triggered the bizarre condition. It was clear he had some genuine ability.

Just as she was torn with indecision, a disdainful voice cut through the air.