Pei Yang was in a hurry to buy tofu pudding for his wife and didn't pay much attention to Shen Baolan and the old lady, striding past with big steps.
Although Pei Yang was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, his tall stature and especially his two-meter-long legs, which he moved quickly and steadily, were hard to ignore.
The cotton-padded coat that made other people look like bears, looked proper and handsome on him. Combined with his deep-set facial features and prominent nose, every move he made exuded the virile aura of a mature man.
Shen Baolan was so mesmerized that she inadvertently lost herself in watching him.
Until the fortune-teller Madame Ma slapped her back to reality, "Hey, snap out of it."
Shen Baolan turned around to face Madame Ma's teasing eyes and felt a strange stirring in her heart, "Madame Ma, do you think there's any marital fate between him and me?"
Madame Ma did not hesitate: "No."
Shen Baolan: !!