The old people gradually turned their heads to look at Lv Bai and Yao Yi.
"Again, two more, young ones," Tong Shujuan's mother said expressionlessly.
"No, one, the other..."
The gray-haired old woman took two steps forward, scrutinizing Yao Yi: "It's the same kind."
Upon hearing this, Lv Bai raised his eyebrows.
Surprised, he momentarily forgot his facial expressions, unintentionally displaying a radiant smile.
"There should still be noodle shops open over on East Street..."
Tong Shujuan was confused about what was happening, instinctively responded.
She dared not approach her mysteriously strange parents, nor did she trust the suddenly appearing strangers.
The old woman continued to approach Yao Yi expressionlessly.
"You said the same kind... What do you mean?" Yao Yi warily stepped back two paces.
His reaction couldn't be blamed; the déjà vu was too overwhelming.
Before his girlfriend turned into a monster, she was in a similar state.
