Yang Fan picked up a beer bottle with his left hand, took a sip, then smiled and said, "Through a sea of flowers, yet a single leaf not stained; I'm not married yet, Brother You, aren't you worrying a bit too much?"
"You're right, you're not married, you can do as you please, can't you?" Bai Tianyou crossed his legs and lowered his voice, "But have you ever thought, if Ming Guang Group falls, and Murong Yan becomes a woman with nothing, what will you do to survive with your pretty-boy face that's been living off a woman? Can you still act so cocky? You may have martial arts skills, but there's no place for you to use them. Yang Fan, I have seen your future, and let me tell you, it's going to be tragic!"
"Are you threatening me, Brother You?"
Bai Tianyou couldn't help but smile, "No, just casually chatting with a junior like you."
"Then have you taken up fortune-telling lately?"