Qin Xuan followed Jiang Yu's gaze toward Sheng An.
He was a very endearing child, with round, dark eyes, innocent and clear, and a fair, tender little face like a steamed bun. He was adorable, especially when he looked at someone-it was hard not to smile.
Qin Xuan stared at Sheng An without blinking.
Sheng An said nothing. Compared with everyone else's nervousness, she was remarkably composed, seemingly without much curiosity about her own future.
One minute, two minutes... five minutes.
Qin Xuan still hadn't spoken.
Everyone's initial nervousness gradually turned to confusion.
Li Xin laughed in exasperation. "What prophetic ability? You old bastard, you're just scamming us for free food and drinks!"
The old man looked like a weasel. One glance was enough to tell he was no good.
Jiang Yu was just as suspicious.
Was the old man really lying?
He used to be a fake fortune-teller... he really was capable of something like this.
She was about to speak when Qi Lingwu, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, "Wait."
He rarely spoke, but when he did, he instantly drew everyone's attention.
Looking across at them again, they saw that Sheng An was also staring intently at Qin Xuan.
Wu Buyu looked blankly at the child Li Xin was holding. Once he got a clear look, his pupils contracted.
Qin Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, and two bloody tears seeped from their corners!
His expression was contorted, as though he had fallen into endless agony.
What was happening?!
Before Li Xin could react, Old Qin snatched Qin Xuan from him and held him tight. His rough, aged hand covered the boy's dark eyes, and his voice was grave.
"Xuanxuan, if you can't look, then stop!"
Qin Xuan's childish voice trembled. "Grandpa, I saw it..."
Old Qin pressed