Jiang Jingze had not told anyone about this matter, not even his own parents.
Although in his heart, his parents were trustworthy.
But what if there were too many people talking? What if the walls had ears?
In the heart of this young boy, the girl he had only met twice was undoubtedly special.
So he covered the red string with his sleeve and unexpectedly agreed with his father's words for once.
If he had to choose someone to blame, that strange old fortune teller who had forced him to cook since elementary school seemed like a good choice...
Jiang Chengren was teary-eyed with gratitude toward heaven but also noticed the unusual nature of the car accident.
The couple exchanged a look, a fierce glint flashing in their eyes.
This incident was definitely not going to be lightly dismissed; it was bound to stir up trouble in the Jiang family.
And of all this, Yue Qingqing was completely unaware.
