Huang Shiyin's face was pale, and it took a while before she snapped back to reality, looking back in shock at Yang Yu who followed her out the door, "Mr. Yang, how did you know that the shelf would fall?"
"I know how to read fortunes." Yang Yu smiled, "Just now, I saw that you were destined for a bloody disaster, so I warned you. It's because you are helping me with something, and I don't want anything to happen to you. Normally, if someone comes to me for fortune-telling, the fee starts at a hundred thousand."
If someone had told Huang Shiyin in the past that they could predict the future, she would definitely have given them a slap in the face.
What era is it, to still use this kind of street swindler's trick?
But today, having witnessed it with her own eyes, she couldn't help but believe.
