Chương 964: Chapter 962_1

Xiao'er recounted the same cover story she used last night when the soldiers were searching.

Gong Qinghua heard the voice. He halted his steps and turned his head to take a look.

What he saw was a middle-aged woman with dark skin, yellow, brittle hair, and a face full of wrinkles, nervously looking at the soldiers with a worried expression as if scared they might not let her leave the city.

Gong Qinghua's gaze fell on her hands. They were yellow and old, like tree bark, nervously tugging at her clothes. Gong Qinghua knew this was the kind of reaction people who were afraid and nervous would subconsciously make when facing intimidation or pressure.

With Gong Qinghua's keen sight, he even noticed that the woman's fingernails were black.

Disgusted, he averted his gaze and walked away.

He had turned to look because the woman's voice seemed purposely disguised, which drew his attention.