Little Drilling Wind sat upright, like a student attending class. What Mr. Yin Yang said next was crucial, possibly determining his life or death.
However, Mr. Yin Yang frowned deeply, remaining silent.
Little Drilling Wind waited for about two minutes, and just as he decided to speak, Mr. Yin Yang interrupted him.
"Mr. Wu, to be honest, in my view, you have a dark shadow over your brow, and your fate is nearing its end. But I never imagined, it's not due to poor luck, but because you've gotten involved with something unclean. Mr. Wu, tell me honestly, did you do anything strange a month ago?" Mr. Yin Yang leaned forward slightly.
Lines appeared in his mind.
Little Drilling Wind was momentarily stunned, then shook his head repeatedly and replied, "No, no." However, his voice was very hesitant, like a pale defense.
"If that's the case, then I can't help you." Mr. Yin Yang slowly stood up.
