"Coincidence?" Number six walked up to song qingxiao and raised his eyebrows. He quickly understood the meaning behind her words.
"Number 5 came too?"
As she spoke, song qingxiao keenly noticed that there were two pairs of eyes in the guard Hall that were following number six. As she approached, those two eyes fell on her with a sense of investigation.
Even if the person who was staring at her was very cautious, as song qingxiao's spiritual power increased, she could still sense it.
It was a man sitting against the glass wall of the guard Hall with his legs crossed. The newspaper in his hand covered his face and most of his body, only revealing the cap on his head.
The man seemed to have noticed that song qingxiao had noticed his gaze. He paused for a moment and put down the newspaper. His eyes flickered and met song qingxiao's.
It was an old man in his 60s. His hair was white, and he was wearing a gray jacket.
