Bab 258: I'm Leaving

Song Zhuyu walked out of the gate of the cemetery as the night set in. Parked on the deserted roadside was a lowkey black sedan, and when he approached, the back window rolled down, revealing Yurong Tao's small face with his eyes covered in thick bangs as usual. 

"Done?" he asked softly.

"Hmm-mm," Song Zhuyu offered an apologetic smile. "My bad, it took longer than I expected."

Before Yurong Tao could answer, Belial's sarcastic retort came from the driver's seat. "No shit, Sherlock," he sneered with one of his arms hanging out of the window, fingers pinching an electronic cigarette. Faint mist billowed out of his cherry red lips as he spoke lazily, looking every bit like a young gangster from a Hong Kong movie. "You told us you're here just to visit, but in the end, it took you more than two hours to return. Did you have a good nap there?"