Her skin was as burnt as a roasted pig

Just as she finished speaking, she saw four bodyguards carrying a black soft chair in front of the door! He walked in with a person. The person's skin was dark and his hair was burnt.

"Ahem." Mo Wen looked at the scene and coughed continuously, afraid that he could not hold it in.

The injuries on Ouyang RUO's body were all caused by him.

"Is this a roast pig? "Mo Zitan ran forward and poked Ouyang RUO's arm with force. She poked the wound on his arm.

"Ah, hiss." Ouyang RUO groaned in a deep voice. At this moment, his bodyguards quickly stepped forward to protect him.

"Miss, please mind your manners. This is our young master." The bodyguard said.

Mo Zitan listened and said awkwardly,""Young master? It's so dark. Did he come from Africa? That's not right! Africa was naturally black. This ... It's a little like a roasted pig. "