"Ah, young lady, don't be angry."
With a gleam in his eyes, the vendor quickly covered up, "I merely assumed you two were destined for each other because you both have the appearance of great wealth and noble demeanor."
"Oh, come on."
Before Lin Qingluo could reply, Shitou couldn't stand it anymore and raised his voice, "You're just a mask seller, why are you talking nonsense? If you love reading faces so much, just change careers and become a fortune teller."
"Exactly, Sister Qingluo's destiny is naturally one of wealth and nobility, and she doesn't need you to state the obvious."
Lin Jinhao and Lin Jinlei were both unhappy, and they both positioned themselves between their sister and the vendor, guarding against the wolf-like gaze directed at Ji Liuyun.
Their intentions were very clear.
Anyone who dared to covet the Duke of Zhen's precious pearl would have to go through them first.
"Ahem."