Qin Ruohan suddenly ordered coldly.
"Cancel it."
Qin Shi suddenly looked at Qin Ruohan in surprise, and the frustration in his heart instantly dissipated.
"Noted. I'll do it immediately."
He knew it—that Little Mute was spouting nonsense. How could she know how to tell fortunes?
Most of the fortune-tellers in the world were charlatans.
After Qin Shi left, Qin Ruohan could not help but think of Ye Caitang's exquisite facial features and fair skin.
Especially that lass' big and bright doe eyes that sparkled like stars. They were lively and charming, and extremely seductive.
Those beautiful big eyes always gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Late at night, Qin Ruohan suddenly woke up in fear from his sleep.
He turned on the bedside lamp and poured a glass of red wine. He walked to the French window with loneliness and coldness, and looked at the slightly cold moonlight outside the window.