Although Chu Jin did not know Mo Zhixuan's true age, judging by his fame in Capital City, he was definitely over 30 years old, perhaps even older.
However, merely looking at his appearance, one couldn't discern his actual age.
The man before her had a handsome face and a great physique.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, defined abs—slim when dressed, well-endowed when undressed.
In fact, Chu Jin was rather curious, how old was he exactly?
Chu Jin had no sooner finished speaking when Mo Zhixuan simply looked at her, his dark eyes revealing no particular emotion, seemingly calm—yet isn't calm the harbinger of an impending storm?
Chu Jin felt inexplicably nervous, inwardly scolding herself for having just made fun of him, ah, she had wounded Mr. Mo's pride.
His presence was too overwhelming, even for someone who had lived two lifetimes, she felt inferior.
