C1133 A Clown Without a Backer!

Somewhere at the pier.

A man in a suit stood on the splint.

His face was like a jade crown, full of energy.

Whether it was his appearance or temperament, they were both first-rate.

Even though he was old.

He had a few strands of white hair on his temples.

However, this did not conceal the male charm he was emitting.

Even if he was just an ordinary man