Zong Siyan started speaking as if it was only natural.
"But brother, if you also say she's very impressive, then should I really listen to what she says?"
Zong Siyan thought for a moment and couldn't hold back from speaking again.
After all, there was something indeed strange about Tang Jin, and Zong Siyan couldn't quite articulate what she felt.
But when she thought back on it calmly now, she felt that Tang Jin's cat-like eyes were somewhat terrifying, as if they could suck someone in.
"Otherwise, brother, you might as well do another reading for me—"
As Zong Siyan spoke, she moved closer to Zong Jing, and her hand once again grabbed Zong Jing's.
She, who was accustomed to relying on her brother for everything, didn't realize that Zong Jing hadn't responded to her talking.
She naïvely thought that as long as it was her, her brother would satisfy her every request.
And it was just a divination after all; she was not like all those other people, of course.
