"Isn't it just because I found that young man over there, clad in white - so handsome and elegant - to be quite extraordinary?" Wei Ruo boldly stared at Wei Jinyi, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"What does it matter to you whether my young master is good-looking or not?" Zhang Yi said angrily, increasingly suspicious of the two people before him.
"Because I know a bit of fortune-telling. I can tell that your young master is no ordinary man and wanted to give him a few words of advice," answered Wei Ruo.
"You dare to claim to be a fortune-teller, even though you're short and seemingly young?" Zhang Yi certainly didn't believe her.
"If you don't believe me, I'll give your young master a couple of words of advice. 'When the dragon is trapped in shallow waters, its time has not yet come; when the phoenix perches on the parasol tree, the storm comes.'" said Wei Ruo.
At her words, everyone's expression in the room shifted, all except Wei Jinyi, who remained unperturbed.