The old monk had probably never been in love in his life, so his plan was simple and crude.
He wanted Lin Shi and Su Su to be caught in the blast. Lin Shi would protect Su Su, Su Su would care for the injured Lin Shi, and their feelings would grow warmer as a result.
Yan Yi'an made the same expression as an old man staring at a phone on the subway.
At the same time, he began to suspect that the old monk could not tell fortunes at all. Like Yan Xianjue, he had merely learned of the original plot through some coincidental opportunity.
Otherwise, how could he have written something like that?
As far as Yan Yi'an knew, no monk's fortune-telling ever produced results like this.
Had that monk considered that after Lin Lang learned of this, he would not only refrain from bringing the two of them together, but might instead take the chance to blow up Lin Shi, who stood in his way?
Yan Wan asked, "Brother, are you going to tell Lin Shi about this?"
Yan Yi'an nodded. "We're allies in this matter."
Yan Wan thought about it and ultimately agreed with Yan Yi'an's words.
"All right."
Yet neither of them had expected that they would be delayed by only two days.
By the time they received news from Lin Shi again, the plan had already been exposed, and Lin Shi had been shot by Lin Lang's people and hospitalized.
Yan Wan frowned. "Xian Jue is too softhearted. He shouldn't have gotten involved in something like this."
Yan Yi'an did not respond to her. He was still typing into a chat window with a blank profile picture.
"Is Old Master Lin still alive?"
The other party gave an affirmative reply.
Yan Yi'an pinched the