As soon as Whitney said that, a low and deep voice reached her. "I don't know if she's the Lord himself or not, but I do know I can help you go to Heaven and speak to the Lord himself."
"…"
Whitney suddenly froze. As though she had been petrified, she slowly turned her head to see Justin standing right there.
Dressed meticulously in a black suit with his tie fastened tightly, he was the very picture of a cold and unfeeling man without any desires. He was tall and slender, and had a strong and commanding aura around him. His countenance was also cold and solemn, and even the beauty mark at the corner of his eye seemed to be exuding an icy chill.
The air at the kindergarten's gates instantly solidified.
Whitney had seen Justin before.
