章 192: What kind of husband are you?

The temperature in the darkroom seemed to have dropped the moment Mo Yuhan entered inside. 

The man nonchalantly walked towards the Zetsuen contemporary black armchair placed in the middle of the darkroom before sitting on it.

His left leg crossed over another as his forehead was supported by the index and middle fingers of his right hand. His azure eyes seemed to be shining in the vast darkness.

A man as perfect as him could bring countless women to their knees. That drool-worthy built and those facial features seemed to be especially blessed by heavens. 

But his aura was from that; it was not something an average person can deal with, let alone approach him.

The Li brothers and the other members of Mo Elites had to clench their fists to bear with the sense of dread that Mo Yuhan gave off right at that moment.

"Did he speak?" It was the first thing Mo Yuhan said after a few moments of silence.