Her icy gaze, like that of a spectral presence, skimmed forebodingly across her face before finally settling on the child.
The woman was stunned, glancing at the money in her hand and then back to the child the other woman was eyeing. Eventually, she grabbed the money tightly and, holding the child, hurriedly walked away.
Such is human nature!
The woman let out a cynical laugh, turned around, and continued walking forward.
After just a few minutes, she reached the end of the alley. There, she hailed a taxi and got in.
"Where would you like to go, Miss?"
"Honghaikou!"
The temperatureless voice that came from her lips was cold—cold like the frost that had just settled on the city.
The driver felt a disconcerting unease and glanced at her in the rearview mirror. The woman who had entered wore a black coat, its collar so large that when turned up, it almost buried her small face, making it impossible to discern her features.
What kind of woman was this?