On the second floor of a fast-food restaurant near the station, a group of people were sitting together, exchanging glances.
The lingering sunset glow on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the chill of the evening made Wu Pengfei and Luo Ni both tighten their necks.
The overall atmosphere seemed somewhat sinister...
Yu Wenxuan was pulling his own hair, his eyes shining as he sized up Ling Mo and his group.
His gaze was discomforting, as if he wanted to devour someone alive.
Normal people wouldn't look at others this way, or at least that's what Ling Mo felt as his scalp tingled.
Zhang Yu kept observing Ling Mo; he felt there were many enigmatic points about this person.
Too many suspicious points made it difficult to know where to start analyzing, and Zhang Yu could only continue to be thoroughly confused.
"Senior, how do you feel?" Ling Mo grasped Li Yalin's hand and asked in a low voice close to her ear.
