Young Master Mo

Tang Luo's expression changed slightly when he saw the car.

A tall man quickly got out of the car.

"Little Luo."

The man walked up and warily looked at the group.

"You're not back yet?"

The man was around 25 or 26, about the same height as Qiao Yanjue. He was handsome too, and his well-fitting suit outlined his fit physique.

His aura was strong, with a sense of authority that was hard to ignore.

When he and Qiao Yanjue stood together, people couldn't help but worry about the two of them suddenly fighting.

Xia Xibei noticed that Tang Luo's face went a little pale when the man appeared, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Brother Bonan," Tang Luo's body looked a little tense, "I'm about to go back."

"Don't get back too late." Mo Bonan's eyes drooped slightly, a bit indifferent but still quite concerned about Tang Luo. "Kids should rest early, otherwise they won't grow tall."