A stranger's voice.
She straightened her spine, turned her head around, and a middle-aged man came over with a smile on his face.
Song Weiyi blinked.
Although the man was smiling, the dragon tattoo revealed under his short sleeves told Song Weiyi he was no good person.
She shuddered and looked toward Sheng Jinsen, Who is this?
The man walked closer and closer, finally stopping on the open ground in front of the grave, his eyes sinister and inscrutable as they sized up Song Weiyi.
That gaze made Song Weiyi feel uncomfortable all over, followed by a tingling scalp.
She frowned, trying hard to hide her displeasure.
"Such a big beauty, no wonder Sheng is in the mood to joke around at this time. It seems his charm is too great," the man said with a chuckle.
The gold in his eyes shone with malice as he looked at Song Weiyi even more rudely.
That kind of stare, as if he had stripped her naked and was looking her over brazenly.
