Xie Xihe couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "The Miss Yun that Qingyang mentioned?"
Sheng Shijing hummed, and explained, "Two years ago, Qingyang brought back some of the divination skills, which he left in the training camp. Sometimes he would predict good or bad luck for those who needed to go on a mission."
Xie Xihe: "Is he also the one with number 1,398?"
Sheng Shijing: “…”
I couldn't help but cough twice and explained myself: "I can count the number of times I've seen her on one hand."
Xie Xihe had no intention of pursuing this matter. She was thinking: "Let's keep him for now."
Sheng Shijing: “?”
Xie Xihe pondered, "I wonder if there is any connection between people who also possess the ability to tell fortunes?"
Sheng Shijing's eyes turned slightly, and he understood what she meant.
Arrange it immediately.
As they were talking, the two of them had already returned to the 100th floor and got back into the elevator.
This time we went directly to the underground parking garage, avoiding the busy first-floor lobby.
Sheng Shijing actually felt quite regretful that he couldn't hug someone again.
However, Sheng Shaoqiong has already broken into Mr. Sheng's yard. The old man has already called for help twice. If he doesn't go back, he might be in trouble.
It will have to wait until next time.
After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at Xie Xihe and said, "Why don't you come back to the Sheng family with me first?"
Xie Xihe shook his head: "Not suitable."
He casually said, "I asked Xiang Si to come pick me up. Just drop me off on the roadside later."
Sheng Shijing didn't say anything more.
Xie Xihe looked at him for a moment, hesitated, and told him before getting off the car: "Your aunt's child is still alive."
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See you tonight
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