Zhou Ru's face clearly showed her gratitude.
It did not seem feigned.
Song Shiqin, having been in the military for many years, was especially skilled at reading people's expressions and words. He could tell that the gratitude on Zhou Ru's face was genuine.
"Oh, so she's Master Chu," Song Shiqin nodded thoughtfully, a hint of doubt in his voice, "I've heard people say that Master Chu's prophecies are incredibly accurate, and she can predict life and death. But looking at this young girl, who's only seventeen or eighteen, can she really have such great abilities?"
"Yes, of course. Mr. Song, don't be fooled by Master Chu's young age—she has real talent. Not only is she accurate in her prophecies, but she's also kindhearted; she's a rare good person." Zhou Ru absolutely trusted Chu Jin.
If not for Chu Jin, she would have already been an unclaimed corpse by now.