He was dressed in a black trench coat, a subtly glowing cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. His chiseled features concealed in the darkness of the night were somewhat elusive, but his entire being radiated a sense of mystery and elegance.
It was Mr. Mog!
It was him!
Emotions surged in Zheng Xianjing. Quickly, she brushed her wind-blown hair hastily. But, in the next second, her smile froze on her lips.
Wasn't that Mo Qishen?
Could it be possible that Mo Qishen was actually Mr. Mog?
If Mo Qishen was indeed Mr. Mog, then how could she explain what happened last time?
Before Zheng Xianjing could react further, two more figures slowly emerged from the darkness.
That was Mo Baichuan!
Relief washed over Zheng Xianjing. She had known all along that a useless man like Mo Qishen couldn't possibly be Mr. Mog.
The real Mr. Mog must be Mo Baichuan.
Ignoring Li Xianxian, Zheng Xianjing walked directly up to Mo Baichuan, "Brother Baichuan."