Mo Nanjue's eyes remained locked on the screen, the veins on the backs of his hands bulging, even his temples were tense.
It was obvious that he was in a state of extreme anger.
Steward Zhou followed the man's gaze to see the image on the screen, and his eyes instantly widened, "This, isn't this..."
Chen An walked over to stand beside him and asked a very obvious yet very serious question, "Is that you?"
Upon hearing this, Steward Zhou nodded. He did not hide anything because there was nothing to hide, "It is me."
Mo Nanjue's gaze became even colder. He turned his head slightly, his exquisite and handsome face dimly lit, his voice as cold as an Asura in the dark night, "It's you?"
Steward Zhou was momentarily stunned. He had raised Mo Nanjue since he was a child and knew this was a sign of his anger, but he was puzzled, "Young Master, it really is me... did something happen?"
