C867 This Is Our Old Master's Resting Place

I don't want face?

Mo Zhan lowered his head. His mind was already working rapidly, and he had finally thought of a reasonable explanation. He went to the cloakroom and selected a dress that was both elegant and dignified.

As the clothes were brought in front of her as if she was offering a treasure, Mo Yi signed, "How is it? Does this suit you well? He had decided! "Just this dress