Sorry

It was just these four simple words.

The man in black opposite him began to slow down.

His eyes slowly returned to normal.

Zhao Shuning heaved a sigh of relief.

"Is it Mo Bai?"

she asked again.

This was because when they parted, Zhao Shuning was only eight years old. It had already been so many years since then, and the youth looked even more handsome now.

On the other hand, Zhao Shuning was thin when she was young, and her skin had turned dark after the years of training. When they separated, Zhao Shuning might not have been that ugly, but it did not have anything to do with the United States.

Now she was so beautiful.

Mo Bai didn't recognize Zhao Shuning at all, which was also understandable.

The black-clothed man lowered his hand. His facial expression also began to change from cold-blooded to doubtful before finally turning soft.

Then the man smiled.