This voice sounds very strange to Su Rui, at least not heard in the recent period.

Surrey looked up at the door, and the red light pointing to his temple moved to his forehead.

The visitor was an old man in a blue gown, horsecoat and cloth shoes. He looked sixty or seventy years old. His hair grew shoulder-to-shoulder and was completely white. If someone didn't know it, he would still think he was a legacy of the Qing Dynasty.

Behind the old man, there are more than a dozen middle-aged people in long gowns and jackets, one by one, looking awesome.

Song Xuejiao and the waiter hid behind the...