C658 Killing Fiend Woo Zhengyang

Upon hearing his name called, Woo Zhengyang paused for a moment, carefully observing the two figures dressed in coarse fabric. One was a girl around thirteen or fourteen, and the other a boy about eleven or twelve. Despite their simple clothes, both had clear, delicate features. The petite siblings huddled together, holding hands in the corner of the luxurious carriage