"Master Ma, I remember the first time we met on the high-speed rail, you told Yu Jianxi, President Yu, that your family has a lineage of physiognomists, and they were once court-appointed physiognomists, right?"
Zhang Xiaowei exuded authority without anger, giving Ma Sangu a cold warning.
Upon hearing Zhang Xiaowei mention the incident on the high-speed rail, Ma Sangu's expression subtly changed.
But in front of everyone, Ma Sangu had no choice but to compose himself and say, "That's right."
Zhang Xiaowei saw he was willing to respond and sneered disdainfully, continuing, "Since you're a physiognomist, you must be able to predict things. Can you predict that you're about to have bad luck?"
The threatening tone in Zhang Xiaowei's words was evident to everyone.
The people around changed their expressions and looked at Ma Sangu with curiosity.
Ma Sangu's face twitched twice, unable to grasp the meaning behind Zhang Xiaowei's words.
