This man had scars on his head and a fierce look in his eyes, clearly not a good person. Uncle Feng squinted his eyes and looked at the two middle-aged women standing behind him. He sighed and said, "Our Miss Ji will definitely give you a satisfactory answer regarding this matter, but blocking the way here isn't the solution. If you catch a cold from the rain, it would not be worth it. While you, being strong, may handle it, these women can't stand such heavy rain. Let them get in the car first."
The aroma drifting from the car easily awakened the hunger pangs in their stomachs. The two women looked at each other and swallowed hard. They were cold and hungry, practically turning into ice blocks. The car's heater warmed their ankles, and everything about the car enticed them.
"I can't take it anymore," one said as she started to climb into the car.
"Stop right there." A man's icy voice came from behind.
