Hearing Chu Hui's voice in front of her, Jiang Yan's heart gave a lurch.
She turned off the electric saw, lifted her eyelids slightly, and gave him a cold glance.
This person looked to be in his early twenties at most.
He even had a pretty decent skin.
But his voice revealed the old age, sounding at least 50+.
That feeling—
It was as if a grandson's body had had its core replaced by the grandfather's.
Recalling Dr. Xue Qianmei from Flame Base, who was equally young and beautiful, a strange thought flashed through Jiang Yan's mind.
But it was just a passing thought as she groped in the bag on the ground for a strong flashlight, stood up, and sharply fixed her gaze on Chu Hui:
"So what if it is?"
"Um?!"
"!!"
"..."
Ding Dayong and his three subordinates realized from her voice that she was a woman, a young woman at that, and their pupils dilated in shock for a second.