Jun Wu Xie walked towards Jun Wu Yao. Both of them were ready to go back, but they waited for a while ...
"What do you want?" Jun Wu Xie turned her head and looked at the people that followed them all the way.
The person behind Jun Wu Xie was not someone else, it was Bai Mo who was previously pressured by Jun Wu Xie.
There was no arrogance in Bai Mo. Blood has not returned to his face at all as his small and white face turned even paler. That pair of big bright eyes blinked along with the delicate features seemed to be alive and pathetic like a little doll. There was not a sliver of maliciousness at all.
Bai Mo pursed his lips and looked at Jun Wu Xie. His pair of big black eyes suddenly glanced at Jun Wu Yao who stood next to Jun Wu Xie. No matter why, he always felt that this man looked a little familiar. But after searching his memory, he couldn't match the face to anyone familiar that was similar to this person.
