Sun Jiao didn't really know much about the high-society party fortune-telling business; she just heard Sun Yunyun mention it casually once or twice.
Seeing how scared Sun Yunyun was, she couldn't help but curl her lip, "Are you saying Miss Zhou and Mr. Qiu's engagement was predicted by that dead girl?"
"Yeah, Aunt, it's terrifying. How could Miss Zhou, who never leaves her house, suddenly find someone..."
"Haha, it's just a coincidence! And besides, it's only meeting the parents; who knows if the engagement will go through? People get married and then divorced too! It might just be a bad romance... ouch, why does my mouth hurt so much, so annoying, this blister again, it must be the low-quality wine tonight..."
Sun Jiao complained.
Sun Yunyun didn't feel comforted at all; somehow, her heart was still overshadowed by a cloud...
The party reached its finale.
