Qiao Xiguan watched Qi Lingfeng, her complexion really quite pale.
It seemed Qi Lingfeng had also managed to compose his expression.
He turned his gaze, looking at the burly woman—no, the female powerhouse from Wa Da—who had been eyeing them all this time.
The corner of his mouth suddenly curled up, "Would you be interested in seeing another gravestone with me?"
"What tricks are you playing?!" Qiao Xiguan's eyebrows tightened.
"If you want to know about Huo Xiaoxi, you have to start with that person," Qi Lingfeng deliberately played mysterious.
Qiao Xiguan, face cold, still followed Qi Lingfeng as he weaved through the cemetery.
The cemetery wasn't barren with only gravestones; each square meter here was five times more expensive than housing prices in Shanghai. Ordinary people couldn't afford to die, let alone be buried here! So, this place, besides gravestones, was filled with lush trees and well-maintained, looking almost like a luxury hilltop villa complex.
