Regarding Old Mrs. Ding's probing, Qi Qian did not reveal Qin Liuxi's identity, but only said a few words, "Qian's distinguished guest," then picked up the teacup.
Old Mrs. Ding, hearing the words "distinguished guest" and seeing him pick up the teacup, very tactfully bowed slightly and took her granddaughter to leave, still taking a few extra glances at Qin Liuxi before departing.
"It seems like you're not too fond of the old lady."
Qi Qian waited until Old Mrs. Ding's figure was out of sight, then he turned to Qin Liuxi and spoke.
Qin Liuxi said, "You must have eye trouble, where did you see me dislike her?"
"Intuition." Qi Qian mentally hypnotized himself, reminding himself not to argue with her, as she's like a little ancestor and should be venerated.
Humphing, Qin Liuxi said, "Then your intuition is wrong. It's just that the human instinct to flock to fortune and avoid disaster is inborn—it kicks in at crucial times."
Qi Qian frowned.
