Mu Qingli listened, puzzled and surprised, as she gazed at him. "Uncle Qi, can you really read faces?" Although she had a pendulum that could predict some things, she was still not versed in physiognomy.
Indeed, the art of face reading is quite a magical thing.
"What do you think?" Fu Lanshen raised his eyebrows.
Though he regarded Zhou Beicheng as a rival in love, he did not like making things up, and all these conclusions were drawn from Zhou Beicheng's facial features; after all, Fu Lanshen had spent some time at a Taoist temple and had picked up a thing or two naturally—now he was able to read faces even if he had not been able to before.
However, he had never read faces for others before, so he couldn't guarantee the accuracy...
But these were things he could not let Mu Qingli know about.
Mu Qingli continued, "I think what you said makes sense. Don't worry, I'll avoid him whenever possible."