Xiao Lin looked at Jiang Zhiying with amusement: "Are you satisfied now?"

Jiang Zhiying looked at him speechlessly: "..."

Xiao Lin continued, "We don't have to go to the bar, and what you saw wouldn't have happened."

The slightly smug look on his face made Jiang Zhiying wonder if he was drunk.

But Zheng Bairong only ordered a bottle of wine, and each boy only got about one or two taels. Is Xiao Lin's alcohol tolerance really that bad?

Jiang Zhiying looked at him with disdain, and the more she looked, the more unhappy she felt.

What is Xiao Lin so proud of?

If it wasn't so late, they would definitely go to the bar!

That’s right!

Jiang Zhiying suddenly thought of something, and her face suddenly darkened: "If I hadn't gone to Yipinxian to attend this party today, that old man would definitely have died in Yipinxian.

Not only will Yipinxian's reputation be greatly affected, but Zheng Bairong and the others will definitely feel unlucky when they see this kind of thing and will not be able to stay and continue eating.

In this case, you will definitely go to the bar as planned, eat something, or even drink, so there will be the scene I saw before. "

Xiao Lin frowned when he heard her say that. "If that's the case, Yipinxian is in trouble. Perhaps, seeing that scene is a warning from heaven."

At this point, he suddenly thought of something, and his face suddenly changed: "Oh, right, when we were in the private room before, you said you saw something from Zheng Bairong. What did you see at that time?"

Xiao Lin thought Zheng Bairong was a good person and really didn't want anything to happen to him.

Jiang Zhiying frowned and thought for a moment before finally speaking out, "He was hit by a car and died."

"What!" Xiao Lin's face changed drastically. He slammed on the brakes and said anxiously, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

Jiang Zhiying quickly said, "In the picture, he's wearing a woolen coat and a scarf. It must be winter."

Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment, then his expression softened. He blinked and looked at Jiang Zhiying blankly: "So... what you saw this time wasn't the immediate future? How could this be?"

Jiang Zhiying said uncertainly, "I don't know either. Maybe it's a warning from heaven, or maybe it's because of what he said at the time."

Although she didn't know much about fortune-telling, she knew that sometimes there would be some special sensations.

Not to mention something as mysterious as fortune-telling, even between relatives, some magical sensations can occasionally occur.

For example, when something happens to someone, people who are particularly close to him may feel it, or even dream about it.

Sometimes when someone says something, another person may feel uneasy.

This is the case for ordinary people, and now that she has the ability to foresee, it is naturally easier for her to sense these things.

Jiang Zhiying wasn't sure if that was the case, but that was her guess.

No matter what, Zheng Bairong is indeed a good person. Since she saw such a scene, she couldn't just do nothing and watch Zheng Bairong die.

The key point is that the picture was too fast at that time, and there was really not much information to be seen from it.

Jiang Zhiying thought about it and told Xiao Lin about it.

After Xiao Lin pondered for a while, he suggested, "How about this, can you try to draw the scene you saw at that time?

If we could draw what you saw, perhaps we could find some details you missed.”