Song Banxian asked tentatively, "Did you see something else, Miss?"
Although he was full of confidence and had years of experience in reading people, he had discerned that the middle-aged man had an aura of early death.
However, without Qin Ruan's approval, he couldn't help but wonder if his skills were lacking and he had made a mistake.
Qin Ruan gently shook her head at Song Banxian, without speaking.
She touched her chin, studying the Bentley owner's face thoughtfully.
Who could have the power to change a person's destiny?
The middle-aged man's life was too tangled, and even with her Heavenly Eye, Qin Ruan couldn't detect the reasons behind it.
At this moment, a young man rushed toward the Bentley. His face looked somewhat familiar, an anxious expression filled with concern.
"Dad! Are you okay?!"
Rong Jing rushed to Rong Changting, franticly scanning him, his voice trembling with worry.
"I was lucky. I won't die yet."
