"The so-called marriage of a thousand miles is tied by a thin thread. My grandma Yue didn't hold this thread. You pulled it yourself."
"That's not what was originally written in my numerology book."
"Yes, yes, you two immortals, my mistake was unjust and inexplicable. I will do as you please."
"Either tie the red thread back to that young lady's hand, or just follow the fortune teller and act accordingly."
"Then how do you tie this thread back?"
"Hey, Si Ming, do you know?"
Xin Mo had no choice but to accept this job of seducing people.