The sun was shining brightly. Mu Nan narrowed his eyes and saw a neat pitch-black cuff.

A silver wolf-fanged cufflink landed on his sleeve, his fingers half curled. Mu Nan slowly raised his head, his gaze moving up the black suit. He saw the cold and hard contour, his lips without any lines, and his deep and dark black pupils.

This was an unfamiliar handsome man. In his early twenties, he was like a cold Buddha statue. His entire body was devoid of any aura of ...