The words "giant mirror" immediately put everyone on alert. By coincidence, the mirror had also been brought from Shanghai City, and they couldn't help thinking of the Mirror of the Underworld in the Luo Man Hotel.
But they didn't want to alert anyone from Wu Manor, so they kept their reactions in check. After exchanging glances, Jiang Cheng looked at Laifu with feigned calm. "If I were you, I wouldn't go out of my way to make the Third Young Master angry. You know your Second Young Master's condition. If anything happens to him, you should know who'll end up with this vast Wu Manor."
"That won't happen. The Second Young Master is blessed by heaven and will surely get through this. He will!" Laifu began to sob, grabbing the arm of the most kindly-looking man—the Fatty—and pleading desperately. "Master, please, you have to save my Second Young Master. Our Wu family has money. You can have as much as you want."
"The Third Young Master has always been arrogant and domineering. Both his character and his conduct are far inferior to those of the First and Second Young Masters. Even when the master was alive, he didn't like him. The Wu family's century-old legacy absolutely cannot be destroyed in his hands!"
Yao Shunyu had been waiting for him to say just that, and immediately picked up the thread. "It really is strange. Why have Mr. Wu and the First Young Master both met with misfortune, and why is your Second Young Master on the verge of death, while only the Third Young Master..."
Yao Shunyu stopped abruptly and put on a look of belated realization. He hurriedly covered himself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That just slipped out. I didn't mean anything by it."
Laifu glanced around. When he saw