A small tuft of black and red dyed hair hung over the forehead of Yue Qiguang's handsome face. His eyebrows were tightly knit, his upper and lower lips clamped together in a straight line. His whole body screamed one big sentence: [I'm not happy.]
Yue Qiguang, who was very unhappy, was suddenly stopped halfway.
"Yue Qiguang."
Yue Qiguang immediately turned his head, but in the crowded plaza, he couldn't find the person who called him, instantly making him even more displeased.
He waved his hand and strode towards the dormitory area.
"Yue Qiguang, over here—"
That person suddenly called out again.
Yue Qiguang paused, glanced in the direction of the voice, and understood why he couldn't spot anyone earlier. This person was sitting in a wheelchair, their entire face hidden under the brim of a hat. The clothes were a long robe style, covering the person from shoulder to foot thoroughly. Beneath the hat, who knew whether it was a man or woman, human or ghost...
"Over here—"
