Zhi'er's face changed.
She felt a foreboding sense rising in her heart.
Could it be that this girl named Tang Qian has already met with misfortune?
Between breaking in and divining, Zhi'er chose to divine.
Her fingertips quickly computed twice.
Virtual divination showed that the person she was looking for was not home and would soon return.
Zhi'er breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as she's not dead, that's good.
Since she's not home, she'll wait.
Waiting at the door was boring, so Zhi'er simply took the elevator to the rooftop.
Standing on the rooftop of the tall building, she gazed at the gathering dark clouds not far away.
"It's going to rain; I hope this Miss Tang comes home soon."
If she doesn't see Tang Qian before the heavy rain, according to the divination, she'll have to wait at least until midnight.
Then, Zhi'er took out the Qiankun Bag, pulled out a chaise lounge to set up, and placed a few oil-paper umbrellas, fixed over her head.
