C279 It Was a Dish That Young Master Mu Had Left Behind

He was holding an umbrella in one hand, and the black light cast a shadow over his grave features, adding to his gloom.

Ning Xi's pupils contracted slightly. She found it hard to believe and almost suspected that she was hallucinating.

Zhan Sijue?

Isn't he still in Italy?

"Who told you to stand here without an umbrella? What do you do when it rains? " The moment the man opened his mouth