"So I asked the Pavilion Master to help me with divination one more time, using the secret technique of Ziwei Pavilion to find the person who could truly help our Su family."
At this point, Su Qingdai stopped, her eyes fixed intently on Zhao Rong, suddenly asking, "Ziyu, do you believe in fate?"
Zhao Rong nodded then shook his head, "I believe halfway."
Su Qingdai stared at him for a while, her tone extremely serious:
"Dai'er believes in fate, everything has its omens and causality. As a child, I was almost devoured, only able to weep helplessly, so desperate, with hope so faint, yet saved by my father. Now, the Pavilion Master has used the secret technique at my request, divining both the benefactor who saved my life and the man fated to be with me for the rest of my life."
Zhao Rong squinted, "Aren't you worried about being used by Li Mingyi and Chen Er?"
Su Qingdai shook her head, leaning forward, grasping Zhao Rong's hand, her gaze somewhat infatuated:
