When Xiao Yao watched the two people transform into two others, his face changed and his pupils contracted. The two that they turned into were familiar to Xiao Yao, one was Qian Cheng's third brother, Qian Jin, and the other was Shen Wanshan's second grandson, Shen Ling, from the Shen Family.
What exactly were they disguising themselves as these two for?
"Tsk, tsk, with these two masks on, we've become young masters of the Qian and Shen families." Old Qi looked at the face of another person in the mirror and said, "It's a pity, though, that we ultimately can't be the eldest young masters. We only lived a good life for two months, and in a couple of days, we have to return these faces to them."
Xiao Yao's eyes hardened when he heard this.
Dammit, these two masks were actually peeled off their faces while they were alive.
"Old Lin, don't you feel a chill in the air?" Old Qi suddenly felt a cold breeze on his back, making his whole body feel a bone-chilling cold.
