Nanheng looked away from Feng Ling's face and glanced at Ji Nuan.
Ji Nuan had always known that Nanheng was a man with a special background. As an arms dealer active in the United States, he also had the powerful XI base behind him. The power he held in his hands was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He was simply unfathomable.
But in her impression, Nanheng seemed to be an easygoing man who liked making jokes. It was the first time she had seen him without a shirt and trousers, but wearing the same black outfit as Feng Ling. This black outfit seemed to be the uniform of the XI base. He was cool and handsome as usual, and his black outfit added a touch of coldness and mystery to him.
"Why are you here?" Nanheng frowned coldly.
"Mo Jingshen is here," Ji Nuan looked into his eyes and said calmly.
