"There are too many bad people." Fang Youyuan sighed.
It wasn't until Elvis finished eating that they got to the main topic. After all, talking about coffins while eating - even if it's a Crystal Coffin - really kills the appetite.
After listening to Luo Qianqian, Elvis was silent, resting his chin while frowning deeply.
It was a long time before he looked up, "It should be an older person, though the voice was light, there was a dragging feeling while walking."
Luo Qianqian looked at Fang Youyuan, "See, I told you so."
Fang Youyuan squinted at Jimo Cheng and sighed, hesitantly glancing at Elvis.
Elvis hesitated, then stood up, "If there's nothing else, I'll be off."
"Hey, sit down." Luo Qianqian pulled Elvis back, "Don't worry, Senior Brother, he's not a bad guy. He won't do anything that might harm me."
Upon hearing this, Fang Youyuan didn't react much, but Jimo Cheng quickly lifted his head to look at Elvis with a scrutinizing gaze.
