"You can rest assured that, out of the kindness as your colleague, I will treat your city people well." Su Ruiying suddenly said something inexplicably. Before Jun Wu Xie responded, she turned around and walked into a house at the side.
In the deep of the night, the yard was quiet. Only an old man with a simple broom stood outside. When Su Ruiying approached, the old man raised his head slightly.
It was an unrecognizable face, the position where the nose was supposed to be looked as if a big pit had been dug out instead. His face looked as if it had been burned deeply before. His lips seemed to be stuck together and coupled with the uneven burn scars and odd features, he looked like a monster at night.
"Ah ..." Seeing Su Ruiying, the old man quickly hugged the broom and saluted.
Su Ruiying waved her hand, stepped forward to push open the gate of the yard. She turned to hook her fingers at Jun Wu Xie and Jun Wu Yao.
"Come in, this is my residence."
