Lin Yi was stunned. It was the first time he heard the word 'death' from Liang Xianghe.
His heart skipped a beat.
Although birth, aging, sickness, and death are part of life, it still felt uncomfortable.
"I learned fortune-telling a few years ago. With your face, at least you can live another thirty years, maybe even longer than me."
"Haha..."
Liang Xianghe laughed heartily, very happily.
"Then I appreciate your good words, I'll try to live a few more years."
After their serious discussion, Lin Yi didn't rush to leave.
Out of personal feelings, he wanted to stay with Liang Xianghe a little longer.
At noon, Lin Yi personally cooked a few dishes for Liang Xianghe and had a glass of white wine with him, having a long, heartfelt conversation.
At this stage, the biggest dilemma on his side was relying on Liang Xianghe alone to support him.
Although Liang Xianghe's influence was also significant, it couldn't compete with the Wang family.
