Yu Jingrong glanced at the middle-aged man in a brown casual suit, his black hair slicked back, his face flush with a vibrant glow. He appeared lively and seemed like a retired official.
Seeing himself being observed, the man turned pale. Yu Jingrong's first instinct was: Do we know each other?
Searching through her memories as quickly as possible, she could confidently confirm that she did not know this middle-aged man. Why would his face then change so drastically upon seeing her?
Her eyes slightly narrowed, unnoticed. Yu Jingrong dropped her gaze and turned to her food. When she looked up again, the middle-aged man had placed a divination board, akin to ones used in fortune-telling, on the table.
A near laugh escaped from Yu Jingrong, but she held it in. Fortune-teller? Charlatan?
Mu Ye noticed her intense gaze and unconsciously glanced back. Seeing nothing unusual, he casually asked, "What's up?"
