The young man's eyes brimmed with astonishment, his fingers clenching involuntarily.
"Why would he go there?"
"It's strange when you mention it."
Little Milk Jin, having heard what the other had to say, cradled his soft little chin in his hand.
"I've always felt that after seeing your mother's room, she doesn't seem like someone who's easily mentally stimulated. Besides, judging by the unfinished talisman she was drawing and her age, her Feng Shui Metaphysics Talent is extremely high—"
The little one also sized up Xie Ci, who was tense all over, from head to toe.
"Her talent is higher than yours, so she should be equally strong mentally and not just have a mental breakdown over just having you, merely disliking you, or being forced into a marriage."