Ma Xiaoyan considered herself to have slightly curled earlobes, but in other respects, she was just like any ordinary person.
Yet someone had once said that about her, a fortune teller had very firmly stated that she was a femme fatale.
A person like her, in the future, would either live a happy life with an extraordinary man or have relationships with many men, drifting between them, causing much unhappiness, even breaking families apart.
Ma Xiaoyan could never forget these things, especially the fortune teller's words, leaving her troubled and unable to let go.
Xu Qianli's ears perked up, surprised that someone would call her a femme fatale, finding it quite interesting, "Those imaginary things, Xiaoyan, you shouldn't take them to heart. You said you have a sister with ears like yours, does she have a boyfriend?"
