Fourth day of the lunar new year, 2033
"What a coincidence! I never thought that we'd be meeting the two of you here." The smart-looking, but not that beautiful woman drawled, with a hint of barely concealed mockery in her voice. "Looks like little Xi and our Qing'er really have some fate between them."
"You!"
Yang Jingshen smiled breezily and got up from his chair. "Yes. It really seems like we have some destiny together. But who knows the real effect of this type of affinity?"
Feng Xue also finally erupted, but when she scolded, her voice was a notch lower. Looks like she finally managed to control her sudden outbursts to some extent and was able to keep in mind the time and place. Yet the ferocity of the scolding seemed to be a little higher than how it was in the past– at least at a level enough to make even a person made out of mud get angry.
