The man was wearing a black leather jacket, and his hair was split into three parts. It was obvious that he had carefully groomed his hair. His handsome forehead was completely exposed, and his facial features were even more cold and handsome.
Wen Ruan looked at his attire and found it familiar. Soon, she remembered that Mo Zhan was also dressed like this when they returned from the Ye Tribe.
Why did he have the same style as Mo Zhan?
Wen Ruan didn't voice her doubts. She lowered her head and looked at the wolfhounds surrounding her." Why did you bring this thing here?""
The wolfhound seemed to be able to hear Wen Ruan's words. It could vaguely sense her dislike for it. It suddenly bared its teeth at her and rushed into the house in dissatisfaction.
"Hey, where are you going? Come out!"
Wen Ruan couldn't care less about Huo Hannian anymore and chased the wolfhound into the house.