"Uncle?"
Su Qingxue shivered as her face turned white as a ghost and filled with fear and surprise.
There were a total of 10 people. At the lead was a middle-aged man with a squarish face. His eyes were sharp like an eagle, seemingly able to pierce through them under the moonlit sky. He was walking toward them without any hint of emotions on his face.
Beside him were a man and woman. The man looked handsome. His body was perfectly toned and had a chiseled face—his features were outstanding and had a slight western flair to it.
The woman, however, looked slightly similar to Su Qingxue. She also had an alluring appearance, but the aura she gave off was less innocent compared to Su Qingxue; there was a touch of arrogance.
Seeing both of them, Su Qingxue was shocked, subconsciously taking two steps backward. It was obvious that she was afraid, and even felt a little ashamed.
They were her brother and sister, Su Anxuan and Su Qingyao.
