Zhu Qianying and Yan Bo looked at each other, thinking that it was coming.
True enough, as soon as the two of them sat down, the old Madam Yan didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
"This afternoon, while you two were resting outside, we drew a matchmaker's fortune stick for you."
"Hmm…" Zhu Qianying nodded, indicating that she understood.
"The draw is an excellent one!"
Zhu Qianying and Yan Bo immediately exchanged puzzled glances.
If it was a good sign, why did their mother seem so worried?
Soon, the old Madam Yan's words provided them with an answer, "After that, we drew a Peace Sign for you but it was the worst sign."
Zhu Qianying's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that a traffic accident and nearly being disfigured from a damaged shop were not unlucky enough?
Was there more to come?
The inner thoughts of Yan Bo, at this point, were exactly the same as Zhu Qianying's.
