The woman's face contorted in a mixture of anger and shock, and she was on the verge of letting out a stream of curses when she suddenly looked up and locked eyes with her. It was as if she had just come face-to-face with a ghost. She quickly averted her gaze and lowered her head, shrinking her neck as she hurriedly made her way towards a small adjacent building.
With a furtive step, the woman reached the door and quietly closed it, stealing a glance at Qiao Mu in the process.
The sight of Qiao Mu nearly sent shivers down her spine, as if she had encountered a specter. Miss Qiao was already standing at the entrance of the small building, her presence eerie and unnerving.
