Li Bufan didn't ask where Lu Ming had gone. He got up and poured tea into the cup in front of Lu Xiaoyou.
"Master Li, I'd like you to give me a fortune telling. How about it?" Lu Xiaoyou asked him.
"Sure, Xiaoyou, what would you like to know? Career, love, or wealth?"
Lu Xiaoyou puckered her lips, "I want you to tell me when you will die."
Li Bufan: "..."
He smiled at Lu Xiaoyou, his eyes narrowing into thin slits.
"Me, I can live to be 80! Today is not my dying day."
Lu Xiaoyou sat across from him, with a carved wooden tea tray between them. She took out her phone and tapped a few buttons on it.
Meanwhile, Li Bufan's phone displayed a transfer of 1888.
"Oh wow!" Li Bufan exclaimed, "Xiaoyou, you're too generous!"
"The child Lu Yun gave birth to in the hospital, is it still alive?"
Li Bufan: "Still alive."
Lu Xiaoyou made another transfer of 1888, "Where is that child now?"
Li Bufan, "Near yet far, right in front of you."
"Me?" Lu Xiaoyou was a bit stunned.
