"Reading people's Fate Patterns..." Jiang Chen pondered for a moment. "Perfect. Help me read someone's Fate Pattern."
"Whose?"
"My son's."
Sister Hong froze briefly. Fortunately, she had heard Tie Zhu call Jiang Chen Dad before, so there was no misunderstanding. Still, she was a little taken aback. When ordinary people heard that Fate Patterns existed, shouldn't they be curious about their own first?
"Xiao Chen... uh, I wanted to ask, aren't you curious about your own Fate Pattern?"
She couldn't help asking.
Jiang Chen had already stepped into the stairwell. At her words, he tilted his head slightly, leaving Sister Hong able to see only half his face, buried in shadow.
"Mine is beyond you."
Sister Hong stood rooted to the spot. Just as she was about to do something, Jiang Chen's voice came from the stairwell again. "Don't try anything rash. Someone could die."
Sister Hong instantly stiffened, a chill running from the soles of her feet all the way to the middle of her back.
She didn't dare read Jiang Chen's features.
But after hearing his words, she performed a divination for herself out of curiosity. The conclusion was that, one breath earlier, a road to death had branched off from her Life Gate.
Once she stepped onto it, she would be doomed beyond redemption!
At that moment, Sister Hong, who had just entered the King Realm and been brimming with ambition, felt her hands and feet turn icy. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She stood there for a long time before finding the strength to walk back.
Apartment 1201, living room.
Tie Zhu sat obediently on the sofa, watching television. An animated show called "Some Chinese Little Master Chef" was playing.
With his coils wrapped around the Stone Pillar and his eyes wide, he watched with great concentration.