"Mr. Qin, please don't look at me like that."
It was impossible for her to tell Qin Ruohan about her rebirth, so she could only type a cock-and-bull story:
"I've already said that I can tell fortunes. I predicted all of this."
"Did you really predict it?"
Qin Ruohan frowned doubtfully and looked at Ye Caitang.
Ye Caitang did not dare to look Qin Ruohan in the eye—his eyes seemed to be able to see through people. She deliberately changed the topic and typed:
"Erm… Can I speak my mind?"
Qin Ruohan's bright black eyes—which were brighter than the stars in the night sky—glanced indifferently at Ye Caitang.
"Shoot."
Ye Caitang glanced at the cold and distant Qin Ruohan and immediately typed silently:
"I think it's a huge pity that you gave up on such a collaboration. You shouldn't have canceled your trip."
"With me around, I can help you out. I guarantee that you can survive this calamity safely."