The phone buzzed with a busy signal, and Ziyuan dejectedly put down his cell phone.
"How is this possible?" Ziyuan mumbled to himself as he went upstairs and glanced sideways at Ling Zi's door.
Ling Zi pushed the door open and came out. Seeing his unfriendly look, she frowned and asked, "What do you want?"
"I think we need to talk." Ziyuan grabbed Ling Zi by the collar and dragged her inside.
Ling Zi pried his hand off and shouted in a low voice, "Let go of me, we can talk with words, not hands."
"Um..." Ziyuan released his grip, looking at the angry Ling Zi, said, "Doesn't the Soya royal family all master the Prediction Technique? Can you predict who my future wife is?"
"It's far from spring yet, and you're already thinking about spring love?" Ling Zi gave him a disdainful look. "You'll never have a wife in this life, destined to die alone!"
Ziyuan snorted coldly, "If that person is you, I'd rather be alone forever!"
