Seeing that he didn't take her words seriously, Chi Shuyan frowned and really wanted to say something like: Brother, you're going to die, so don't wait until you need it. If you really wait until next time, I'll be visiting your graveyard by then.
Chi Shuyan turned his head to look at Qi Zhenbai next to him and so happened to meet his sharp indiscernible scrutiny and measurement. He was wearing a trim, ironed, snow-white shirt and suit pants, with both snow-white sleeves rolled up revealing strong fair arms and his dark-ink hair was meticulously taken care of. He raised a brow and snorted softly, "Your family wouldn't be fortune tellers and selling talismans, right?"
Chi Shuyan inexplicably palpitated at his strange, intrusive gaze. Subconsciously, she couldn't bear to look away, but when she regained her senses, she reacted immediately. Well, that look in his eyes was treating her as a charlatan again.
Do I look much like a swindler?
