Mo Baichuan squinted his eyes, a confident gleam passing through his gaze.
Soon, Mo Baichuan finally caught sight of Ni Yang.
She was dressed in a jade green cheongsam, hooking her arm on Mo Qishen's, slowly walking their way. The glazed clasp at her chest quivered with her steps, resembling ripples on water, captivating and enchanting.
Looking at Mo Qishen by her side, dressed simply in a white shirt and black suit pants, his aura was unapproachable.
His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a stretch of strong, fair arms; one hand in his pocket while the other gently wrapped around Ni Yang's waist.
Although he is known in Beijing as a good-for-nothing, at this moment, their heavenly appearance brightened everyone's eyes.
If Xiu Yingying didn't know Mo Qishen so well, she might have thought this good-for-nothing was Mr. Mog himself!
Unfortunately, Mo Qishen was nothing more than an empty shell.
