Jiang Yi: "Let me put it this way-I'm your future boyfriend." Yu Xin: ... "Why not just say you're my future husband?!" These days, fortune-tellers have gotten this absurd. Amid the clamor, he smiled fondly: "Everything in the future will be." Yu Xin: ... "Hello? Police?" She scrutinized him from head to toe before declaring, "We've got a con artist here." He straightened his Taoist robe with a sigh. "No, I'm telling the truth." The moment he finished, Yu Xin held out her hand. "Then give me back my twenty bucks for the fortune." Jiang Yi froze: ??
