After hearing Song Qingshan's words, Song Yan's complexion turned ashen.
"Five years ago, I lost your father, and only recently, I stood up again."
Song Qingshan spoke solemnly, "Of the three major events, the first two have already come true, now only the last one remains."
Song Yan, with tears in her eyes, said, "How could that Taoist ten years ago possibly predict the future? It's all just a coincidence."
Song Qingshan shook his head, "If he had predicted ten things, and one or two came true, it could be a coincidence. But he only predicted three major events, and two have already come true. Can that still be a coincidence?"
"Xiao Yan, there are many extraordinary things and people in this world, many of which people will think impossible, simply because they haven't seen them."
Song Yan's complexion became extremely pale; she finally understood why Song Qingshan wanted Song Jie to gradually take over the family business.
