That face was clearly...
Chen An almost fainted from shock. His hand, which was covering his mouth, fell away only to be put back repeatedly, unable to alleviate the surprise. "Oh my god, this, this..."
Mo Nanjue just stood there, motionless. His tall figure was extended by the light refracted from the screen. His almond-shaped eyes were tightly squinted, staring unblinkingly at the face of the man in gray on the screen.
Fu Qingshuang observed their reactions, frowning in confusion and asked, "Do you know this man?"
Mo Nanjue's hands were tightly clenched, his chest heaving violently, and the depth in his eyes was almost drowning. He stayed still for a long time until Chen An reached out and nudged him, "…Jue?"
Mo Nanjue swallowed hard, his voice so hoarse it was unrecognizable; his delicate brows and eyes tinged with sorrow, "Go bring him here."
Startled, Fu Qingshuang widened her eyes at his words, "Heavens... you, you really know him?"
