This woman, he can't say he's unfamiliar with her, yet he can't say he's familiar either. Who asked her to have such a ruthless father, so he has always remembered Su Xiaoyue, this ill-fated woman.
"Jiang Yi," Xia Ying pulled up a chair and sat down next to King Yama. She reached out, intending to hook her arm through King Yama's, planning to act coquettishly and ask "Jiang Yi" to call King Yama back.
Before she could latch on to King Yama's arm, he shivered twice, because the real owner under the table was fiercely trying to poke his head out like a turtle. He needed to continuously sweep through the army of legs, and his sitting posture was, well, a bit off.
