I looked around at the people there. Aside from Wu Ling, it seemed no one else could see how strange the house was. Even the old man from the Wu family was merely somewhat ill at ease. And it wasn't the atmosphere here making him uncomfortable; it was the condescending indifference shown by the person leading the way.
After getting out of the car, Wu Ling stood at the entrance to the villa for a while.
She had a shoulder bag with her, while the other things were being carried by the rest of the Wu family.
Wu Ling looked over the villa, then lingered for a moment on the person standing at the door.
The guide showed no impatience. The old man from the Wu family seemed a little anxious, and one of the middle-aged men was the first to speak up.
"Wu Ling, what are you standing there for? Hurry up. Don't keep them waiting!" After scolding Wu Ling, he turned to the young guide with a fawning smile.
The boy from the Wu family glared at Wu Ling too and urged her, "Hurry up."
The young man asked, "Is there a problem?"
"No, no!" the middle-aged man answered hastily.
The old man and another man from the Wu family, who looked to be in his thirties, seemed quite hesitant. The middle-aged woman, meanwhile, had been dazed and unresponsive ever since they arrived at the villa.
Wu Ling spoke up. "May I ask whether there's a young man here with short-to-medium-length hair, around 1.8 meters tall, and an aquiline nose? When he died, he might have been wearing a blue shirt and gray slacks. He was probably between twenty and thirty..."
Before Wu Ling had finished, the young guide's expression changed.
The middle-aged man read his expression and