She herself was already captivating enough, but there was something else that pierced into the eyes of everyone present, which was the tattoo on her chest, a beautiful yet sinister poppy flower, entwining the nerves of many.
"Sorry to disturb, Mr. Kojima Yizhuo, after all the bumps along the way here, shouldn't we be allowed to rest for a moment?"
The foreign man, who was the first to break the deadlock, raised an eyebrow and spoke in a careless manner.
"Rest?"
Feeling the frivolous tone of the man, which didn't seem to fit a human being, Kojima Yizhuo narrowed his eyes, a silent rage burning at the bottom of his heart.
Just because he's a reinforcement, he can put on such an air? Does he think he's some savior? This isn't even his home, where does he get the gall to talk to him like that?
"Well, Master Zhuo, perhaps it would be better to let everyone sit down and talk."
