When Leng Yebai spoke, he was utterly serious, and the cold aura emanating from him was genuine and unfiltered.
Song Kerou clearly felt the air around her grow colder, chilling her to the bone.
She had no doubt that the person in front of her would really kill her.
"Cold, Brother Leng, we actually knew each other before. Ten years ago, we were in the same orphanage."
Song Kerou braced herself and took a step closer to Leng Yebai, her eyes full of anticipation.
Since childhood, she had watched him. The children in the orphanage never played with Leng Yebai. It wasn't that they were isolating him; it was because his face bore no expression, with a maturity of an adult that made it hard to connect with him.
She wanted to play with Leng Yebai, but unfortunately, he completely ignored her.
The cold aura surrounding him deterred her from approaching him even half a step. It was like this ten years ago, and it remained the same ten years later.
