Tiger's Skin

Also, his father had a prickly beard on his face. This man's face was clean, and there was a small black mole under the left corner of his eye.

The more he looked, the more he found some small differences. But one thing was certain, he was not his father, definitely not!

"Mother, I've mistaken him for someone else. I'm sorry."

Da Bao's voice became low. After apologizing to Mo Ruyue, he bowed to the man in black, put down the bowl of medicine in his hand, turned around, and ran out.

Mo Ruyue looked at Da Bao's back, and a touch of heartache flashed across her eyes.

"Lady Qin, my medicine."

The black clothed man's words made Mo Ruyue come back to her senses. His face was still indifferent, as if the scene just now couldn't move him at all.