C7 The Worst Man No One

Ruan Wanwan watched Moh Qinghan walk towards her step by step.

He walked neither too fast nor too slowly. His expression was secretive and secretive, which made the ink-black night even colder.

"Miss Ruan, let's talk."

When he arrived in front of Ruan Wanwan, Moh Qinghan's thin lips moved slightly.

His voice was heavy and sounded like a low pitched cannon.

Without looking at Moh Qinghan