There Are so Many Babies, What Should We Do If We Fight?

Am I a fortune teller? System, you want me to have a fight with King Yama? A slow-burning urban novel with multiple female protagonists. Please support me. Thank you. Text: The customer was waiting for me to follow up. When he saw that I didn't say anything, he looked at me in shock and said, "It's over? Just one word? Don't you get beaten when you tell fortunes like this? Let's not say whether it is accurate or not. At least I spent money. I am your customer. Don't you understand that the customer is God?" "Oh, you shouldn't. You rolled your eyes upwards, muttered something, pretended to count with your fingers, and then vomited a mouthful of blood... Then you pretended to be weak and said "Yes", so that I feel that the money was not wasted? After you say this, I will take it back with anger, do you think you will lose it? No, you have to perform a vomiting of blood for me... Or give me the money back..."