"Your brow is darkened, a great disaster looms..."
"Get lost. If you can't speak properly, then shut up."
Faced with Old Qian's predictions, Lu Ping'an smiled and didn't take it seriously.
In his view, if one could truly peer into destiny, would they end up like this?
Having just climbed onto the ship, his pants were still wet, smelling of seawater, with the Little Girl in tow, passersby would shun...
"...here, go freshen up in my room. You're probably fine, but the Little Girl might not be."
However, as Old Qian took the room card, he paused before finally remarking,
"Your change is quite significant..."
These murmurs hid a deeper meaning.
One's room is their fortress; casually allowing someone unfamiliar access? Are you not afraid they'd poison or set up some traps or something?
