The sky gradually darkened, and the house cat kept meowing.
The cat food was all gone, the little thing was famished, but neither of its owners came home.
Chu Yan and his friend Qi Ling were outside; his injury had healed some, so he chose to come over and steal things tonight.
He sat in the car, his long, dark eyelashes slightly drooping, casting a shadow beneath his eyes, the nearby streetlight dim, his handsome face appeared enshrouded in a misty haze, mysterious, and eerie.
"Let's go in, I love making a clean sweep without effort."
Qi Ling exclaimed excitedly; he was a good-looking boy with almond eyes and when he smiled, two small fangs showed, not seeming cute but inexplicably giving off an evil aura.
Because that smile never reached his eyes.
Within those light brown pupils lay the same dark abyss as in Chu Yan.
The deal was going on, not quite related to them, but they had their eyes on that batch of items.
It was a potion that could sell for a fortune domestically.
