Staring quizzically at him, Bai Yunfei asked with narrowed eyes, “Are you…”

“Haha, this old ma—ah—my name is Nalan Yin.” The man’s hand had run halfway down an imaginary beard when he suddenly gave up and turned forty-five degrees, looking at a well-rounded young wife standing on the second floor of a nearby restaurant. “I am from a wealthy family, but my fortune-telling has always been accurate. People have called me the ‘Right Hand of the God of Fate,’ hehe, or perhaps, the ‘miser’ would be a better nickname… shit, judging from your reaction, you’ve never seen or heard of me before? How inexperienced you are…”

“……”

Frowning, Bai Yunfei turned to walk away from the person.

“Hey, don’t go yet! Hero, what I’m saying is true!” Nalan Yin flew off like an arrow when he saw Bai Yunfei leaving him. “I’m only just warning you....