C75 Qin Tianji

Upon entering the private room, they immediately noticed the man sitting to the right of Loong Cangyun. His face was pale and clean, his expression icy, and he sported a pair of glasses. Dressed in a well-fitted suit, he sat silently with his arms crossed, exuding a powerful presence that seemed out of place in the club.

Wind bit down hard on his teeth and leaned in to whisper to Mo Fann