So, there's only one last possibility—
Ruan Qi can truly foresee the future.
Yu Jinxiu didn't want to accept this concept, yet he had no choice but to accept it.
He looked at the smiling young girl in front of him, struggling to find his voice, "You... you can really tell fortunes?"
"A little bit." Ruan Qi gave an ambiguous answer.
Yu Jinxiu gulped audibly.
A renowned academic actually knows fortune-telling; is this a distortion of science, or the downfall of superstition?
Yu Jinxiu was almost going Sparta; he barely processed the information just now and then stuttered, "If- if I hadn't listened to you and drove off just now..."
Ruan Qi: "Then you and your car would have been smashed to pieces."
Yu Jinxiu: "!!!"
So it was like that!
He really almost shook hands with death just now!
Thinking about that exploding black sedan, Yu Jinxiu's face paled even further.