C528 Mercenaries

"Illusions?" Mo Zuo, who was in the middle of the flower field, pushed his female companion away and sat up from the ground. His expression became rare serious. "Mr. Mo, what do you mean by this substitution?"

Mo Zuo had followed Mo Lengqing for so many years, just like how he frowned at Mo Lengqing's every move. It was as if he had a very deep understanding of Mo Lengqing