"A fortune teller?" Chen Siyan said more directly.
Yang Chen couldn't help but smile wryly, looking at the old man through the rear-view mirror.
Qin Zhiyuan frowned and reprimanded, "Don't speak recklessly! You must not disrespect the old immortal!"
Chen Siyan pursed her lips and didn't continue to guess.
Yang Chen asked, "Director, is there anything you can't tell me? We're almost there, aren't you planning to tell me a bit so I can be prepared?"
Qin Zhiyuan thought for a while, hesitated a few times, but finally opened his mouth to say just one sentence, "Just keep your emotions in check today."
Hearing this, Yang Chen frowned, looking at Qin Zhiyuan through the mirror, noticing a hint of concern in his eyes, which made Yang Chen somewhat puzzled.
What exactly was it that made Qin Zhiyuan say this?
It wasn't long before they got off the highway and arrived near Wudan Mountain.
