Ye Cunxin stared at him in shock, "How do you know?"
Lin Beichen smiled faintly, not answering. He extended his hand, "Write a character in the palm of my hand."
Ye Cunxin was silent for a moment, then slowly wrote the character "Yan" in Lin Beichen's palm. It was a character from her mother's name, and all she was filled with was concern for her mother.
Lin Beichen closed his eyes and began to calculate. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Ye Cunxin, "I've figured it out, do you want to hear it?"
"Go ahead," Ye Cunxin looked at him curiously, wanting to know what he could come up with.
Lin Beichen began to narrate one by one, each word leaving Ye Cunxin feeling astounded. He got them all right! It was simply unbelievable!
Finally, Lin Beichen looked at Ye Cunxin with a serious expression, "I also calculated something, which should be very important to you."
"What's going on?" Ye Cunxin's heart tightened, and she asked anxiously.
