During the Qingming Festival every year, the atmosphere was so somber that it was upsetting. This year, it was not raining, but the wind was very strong.
They were surrounded by large plots of oat fields. Every time the wind blew, the plantation formed green waves that swayed in the air. A group of people stood in the middle of the lane. They looked at Gu Mang in a daze, their clothes blown in the wind.
As if they were all stupefied.
Lei Xiao's face was ashen, but he did not dare to say a single word. Lei Cong had always known that Gu Mang was not one to mess with. However, he had never seen this side of Gu Mang before.
Audacious, merciless and arrogant.
Everyone was like a piece of trash in her eyes.
Like what she had said, "Since I have given you face, you need to treat it seriously."
