The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

Jiang Zhou nodded silently: "Mm."

He did indeed follow the navigation.

strangeness.

It must be a navigation problem.

He stared at the navigation screen.

The navigation voice and directions were broadcast just five minutes ago.

"What's going on?" He asked without thinking.

Song Qingge lazily rested her chin on her hand, staring at the little devil whose aura was visible on the navigation screen.

"Stop fooling around, let's go."

She didn't sense any flow of energy just now, which was probably because the brat used a skill to conceal his presence.

Nourished by the extreme yin energy of Mu City, yin creatures thrive more easily than in other places.

As they grow, the Yin creatures will possess different skills.

This one is designed to conceal its presence, making it difficult for mystical practitioners to detect when trying to capture it.

However, the hiding effect is only temporary and has already expired.

"It's boring."

The little devil transformed into a wisp of black smoke and drifted out from the navigation screen.

In Jiang Zhou's view, it was the air that was speaking.

In the past, he would have found it unbelievable, but now he's used to it.

Who told him to marry such a powerful sorcerer as his wife?

Even the little devils listen to her, so what is there to be afraid of?

Song Qingge looked helplessly at the little imp stuck to the window and softened her tone: "You came to see me not just to play pranks, right?"

"This ghost isn't that free." The little ghost conjured two short arms and crossed them over his chest.

Leave the beginning blank.

Pretending to be angry.

Song Qingge laughed out loud: "Alright, go ahead, what is it?"

The little devil conjured up another foot and smugly tapped it.

See, even mystics have their needs sometimes.

Song Qingge laughed even harder: "How about you take another leg? Now you look... disabled but determined."

"Hey! Do you still want to listen to the news?!"

The little devil pouted in frustration.

The original form of Qi is revealed.

That's what he looked like before he died.

She was a girl with delicate features and chestnut brown wavy hair.

There is a noticeable beauty mark under the right eye.

Women with a beauty mark under their eye are usually sensitive and experience emotional ups and downs. The right eye is also considered a sign of a weaker constitution.

Song Qingge glanced at it.

Based on the cause of death, this is indeed the case.

"Go ahead and say it."

The girl with the beauty mark under her eye couldn't wait: "Last night I went to the Xu family with them, and took advantage of the chaos to drift into Xu Mingchang's study. There, I could smell the scent of you people."

study?

Xu Mingchang's study.

Could the person inside be the "master" who helped Xu Mingchang and his son orchestrate Jiang Zhou's car accident?

Song Qingge carefully examined the girl with the beauty mark under her eye.

The latter hugged herself: "You doubt me? You can tell I'm not lying!"

"You didn't lie, but..."

Does she know Xu Mingchang?

It seems they did have some interaction during their lifetimes.

It was no coincidence that the little devil with the beauty mark under her eye found her.

Song Qingge nodded slightly: "I understand, I will keep an eye on the study."

Only after receiving a promise did the girl with the beauty mark leave.

Before leaving, he chuckled and said, "Well, I accidentally broke the circuitry of your navigation tablet earlier. You guys go and fix it."

After saying that, without waiting for their reply, he quickly turned into a wisp of smoke and drifted away.

Helpless, Song Qingge took out the navigation symbol she had just drawn from the tattered bag and flew forward.

Instantly, a golden cursor appeared at the turning point not far in front of the car.

"Just follow the gold standard."

Without hesitation, Jiang Zhou stepped on the gas and drove toward Jinbiao.

Aren't you worried I'll give wrong directions?

"No," Jiang Zhou blurted out.

Song Qingge's pupils dilated for a moment.

He stared intently at Jiang Zhou for a long time.

Aside from his grandmother, he was the first person to trust her mystical arts so much.

One day, while she was plowing the fields, she was inexplicably pulled into a place during a break.

There was nothing there.

The white areas.

She didn't know where it was, but an old woman told her that she had these abilities.

Indeed, she has been paying attention to this kind of thing since she was a child, and many times it has been proven that her talent is extraordinary.

Later, I taught myself many skills.

Of course, if she occasionally went astray, the old woman would reappear, pull her back to that blank space, and guide her.

She had seen the old woman three times in the past fifteen years.

She also wanted to know who the old woman was.

After returning home from plowing the fields that time, she excitedly told her grandmother that she had a skill!

I thought my grandmother would say she was a little crazy, just like the other grandmothers in the neighborhood, but to my surprise, she believed it.

I'm also very happy.

They said, "Our Qingge should be a powerful little mystic."

Suddenly, a hand flashed before my eyes.

She snapped back to reality.

Jiang Zhou chuckled: "How much longer are you going to stare at me? We're here."

Song Qingge looked out of the car.

The huge golden plaque reads "Chengfangzhai Centennial Elderly," and the next line reads "Heals all your unhappiness."

"Oh, I didn't notice." She blinked quickly, then awkwardly opened the car door and got out.

Inside the carriage, the man's upturned lips were impossible to suppress.

Look left and right in the rearview mirror.

He is indeed very handsome.

No wonder she was so engrossed in it.

After parking the car, they were led into the private room by a restaurant waiter, following the room number sent by Xu Mingchang.

Inside the private room, the conversation abruptly stopped.

Upon seeing the person enter, Xu Mingchang secretly smirked.

She dared to be late for her first meeting with Mr. Liu, as if she were still a member of the Jiang family from a few months ago. She has no manners.

The younger generation is not as thoughtful as him in doing things.

Just as he was about to get up and personally introduce Jiang Zhou and Song Qingge to Mr. Liu, he heard Mr. Liu speak enthusiastically beside him.

"Hi, Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, it's great to see you again."

Mr. Liu gestured for Master Song to sit next to his wife.

"Hello, Miss Song, I've heard so much about you." Mrs. Liu greeted her proactively.

Song Qingge wasn't surprised.

Mr. Liu should have told his wife about the gas station incident.

Miss Liu's marital palace is full and lustrous, indicating a happy and fulfilling marriage throughout his life, and it is evident that he has a very good relationship with his wife.

Xu Mingchang stood there, stunned, watching Ms. Liu shake hands with Jiang Zhou, who was walking past him, looking quite surprised.

On second thought.

Who doesn't know Jiang Zhou?

The Jiang family of Jiangcheng was once a household name.

It's normal for Mr. Liu to know about Jiang Zhou; it would be strange if he didn't.

But knowing something doesn't mean anything.

In any case, Mr. Liu has his eye on the Xu family, on him. He would never look favorably upon the Jiang family.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "So, Ms. Liu knows President Jiang. In that case, I don't need to worry about inviting President Jiang over on my own initiative and spoiling Ms. Liu's mood."

The words were loaded with hidden meaning.

The veiled criticism of Jiang Zhoulai would upset Mr. Liu.

Although Ms. Liu speaks Mandarin, she doesn't understand the subtext. She laughs heartily and pats Xu Mingchang on the shoulder: "Of course not. Your decision to call President Jiang and Miss Song over was absolutely right."

Xu Mingchang's lips stiffened.

She forced a smile.

After everyone was present, Ms. Liu asked the waiter to serve the dishes.

We ordered half of the dishes in a row.

Song Qingge's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but swallow.

Mrs. Liu offered her some food, saying, "The food here is very special, healthy and nutritious. Please eat more."

"Thank you." Song Qingge nodded in thanks.

They ate without any hesitation.

Mrs. Liu is Chinese and speaks Mandarin, so they had no problem communicating.

The two women were like sisters, chatting endlessly, sometimes discussing which dish they preferred, sometimes reminiscing about their experience at the gas station that day.

The volume was low; only two people could hear it.

Seeing that the two hit it off immediately, Xu Mingchang couldn't help but worry.

What if Mrs. Liu really likes Song Qingge and goes back to whisper in Mr. Liu's ear, disrupting his cooperation?

But you can change your mind.

She's just a woman; she can't cause any trouble.