"You've said so much, but is it all just your guesswork?" Wang Han looked at Yang Yu with eyes filled with caution and suspicion, yet he was already covered with cold sweat.
After all, Yang Yu's conjecture was too fitting for the current situation.
If he were Second Young Master Li, he would definitely do as Yang Yu suggested.
The deaths of a few unrelated people hardly mattered to these rich folks.
"Half is conjecture, half is not." Yang Yu's gaze was piercing as he looked at Wang Han, "Your entire family will die tonight, which I discerned from your facial features this morning. Therefore, based on this outcome, the other half of my conjecture is very likely to be the truth."
Yang Yu wasn't lying to Wang Han, he had indeed seen the ominous signs of the clouds hanging over Wang Han's head and the aura of death enveloping him, indicating the misfortune of his entire family being wiped out.
