C92 If You Want to Marry You Don't Need to Give Birth

He wore black sunglasses and dyed his beautiful and elegant gray hair. On the side of his neck, there was a tattoo that separated him from the world. Under the sparkling white light, it was as if he had been reborn and descended from the sky.

However... it was still him.

Mo Yov stared at him and her red lips slightly parted. Before she could say anything