"What!"
Lin Fan's pronouncement left Zhou Yizheng utterly stunned.
He stood agape, incredulous as he stared at Lin Fan.
"I said your grandfather won't live past eighty."
Lin Fan replaced the silver needles he had just used back on the table.
He looked resolutely at Zhou Yizheng.
"Lin, you can't joke about this... Zhou Yizheng's grandfather... his status is no ordinary matter!"
Zheng Tianxiang hurried over.
He whispered in Lin Fan's ear with a lowered voice.
"No matter how remarkable a person is, they can't escape the fact of having to report to the King of Hell, which is perhaps the only fair thing in this world. Everyone dies; it's just a matter of sooner or later."
Lin Fan shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Lin, but... but my grandpa seems quite hale and hearty."
Zhou Yizheng simply couldn't believe Lin Fan's words.
Even though Lin Fan had just treated him for heart disease.
After all, his robust grandfather was a man of military background.
