Shen Zhilie glared at Ye Qianqian. His facial expressions became a little indescribable. But no matter how he scrutinized her, the expression on her face didn't look one bit like she was joking.
After a long while, Shen Zhilie asked again to clarify one last time, despite feeling powerless, "Did the blind uncle just tell you this?"
Ye Qianqian also hoped it wasn't true, but the blind uncle had no reason to be joking with her. She nodded. Shen Zhilie looked at her and sighed.
"Young people shouldn't sigh."
Shen Zhilie glanced at her again and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Ye Qianqian imitated the blind uncle's words and said, "If young people sigh, they will lose all their good fortune."
Shen Zhilie smiled, yet he was feeling powerless and defeated at the same time. Holding Ye Qianqian in his arms, he asked, "So what should we do now?"
