"Miss, what would you like to eat?" As they walked out of the school gates, Mo Weiran wasn’t sure about Gu Zhiqi’s preferences, so he turned his head and asked her.
Gu Zhiqi did not reply to him and instead continued to walk forward.
Mo Weiran followed by Gu Zhiqi’s side and continued with the topic at hand, "Miss, is there really no chance of you doing a reading for me again? You could just tell me who it is that I’ve involved."
Gu Zhiqi listened to Mo Weiran’s words and raised her eyebrows slightly, "What, thinking of keeping the only talisman you have for that person?"
Caught off guard by her words, Mo Weiran instinctively asked, "How did you know about that?"
"Once you’ve paid me the hundred thousand you owe me, I could tell you the person’s name," Gu Zhiqi casually replied.
"Ah? Why can’t you tell me now?" Mo Weiran said, raising his hand and scratching the back of his head somewhat foolishly.
Gu Zhiqi: "If you give the talisman to him, then you’ll be the one without a life. If you die, who am I going to ask for the money?"
In the end, the two of them entered a self-service rotating hotpot restaurant. After choosing a spot and getting their dipping sauces, Gu Zhiqi suddenly had an additional person sitting next to her.
Mo Weiran caught sight of the person sitting next to Gu Zhiqi and upon recognizing him, he immediately greeted, "Young Master Lu, you’re here for hotpot too?"
"Hmm," Lu Xingzhe responded indifferently.
Mo Weiran wasn’t well-acquainted with Lu Xingzhe. After exchanging greetings, Mo Weiran withdrew his gaze, leaned one hand on the table, and turned slightly to Gu Zhiqi, "According to what you just said, aren’t you afraid I might die before giving you the money?"
"As long as you have the talisman, you won’t die," Gu Zhiqi replied offhandedly.
"What if?" Mo Weiran continued.
"If you die, the debt is written off," Gu Zhiqi replied with indifference.
There’s a rule in the Feng Shui Alliance: if a disciple intervenes in a matter of great calamity and the one seeking help does not survive, all the money received must be returned.
"It can work like that?" Mo Weiran blinked his eyes and said to Gu Zhiqi.
At this moment, the soup base arrived. Gu Zhiqi fixed her gaze on the rotating serving area, no longer paying attention to Mo Weiran.
Having asked all he wanted, Mo Weiran fell silent and sat there in a daze, resting his head on his hand.
Lu Xingzhe sat right next to Gu Zhiqi. Since the two weren’t deliberately speaking quietly, Lu Xingzhe heard everything.
When they stopped talking, Lu Xingzhe turned his head slightly and looked at Gu Zhiqi, "What talisman? What money? What’s this about not dying?"
Mo Weiran was sitting beside Gu Zhiqi. As Lu Xingzhe’s gaze shifted to Gu Zhiqi the same way it would to him, Mo Weiran subconsciously thought Lu Xingzhe was speaking to him.
Mo Weiran hadn’t expected Lu Xingzhe to be interested in their conversation.
Certainly, it was not the right time to explain directly, otherwise, Miss Gu would definitely be considered a fortuneteller.
After some thought, he responded, "Oh, it’s nothing. We were just discussing the plot of a drama we saw."
It was clearly a lame excuse.
Lu Xingzhe furrowed his brows slightly and then glanced at Mo Weiran, "I wasn’t asking you, I was asking her."
Having heard Lu Xingzhe greet Mo Weiran earlier, Gu Zhiqi had subconsciously assumed he was addressing Mo Weiran.
However, from his reaction, it seemed he was asking her.