"Is this the place?" she asked Lu Shifeng uncertainly, "Can this place heal my face?"
If Lu Shifeng hadn't brought her here, she would almost think someone was playing a joke on her.
But Lu Shifeng was definitely not the kind of person to joke around.
"This is the place." The man nodded, got out of the car first, then opened the car door on her side to help her out.
He acted as if he was unaware of Su Xingyu's thoughts, leading her straight inside, to the lobby on the first floor of a rundown building. It was a deserted reception area with only a computer and a young girl sitting in front of it, head down, painting her nails.
Upon hearing footsteps, the girl looked up at them.
She had an ordinary face, a lazy expression, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Lu Shifeng pulled out a thin card from his suit pocket and handed it to her.
It was a black card with a greenish shine, subtly patterned like the skin of some snake, giving it an ominous look.
