Yun Shishi frowned as she hit the human wall hard . She looked up and saw that everyone had suddenly fallen silent .
She was bewildered by this unexpected turn of event . She looked in the direction of Xiao Xue and He Lingxiang . The two had also stopped fighting and were standing rooted to the spot .
He Lingxiang had the most confounded and funniest expression . He was utterly shaken up, and his hands surreptitiously let go of Xiao Xue's collar . His petrified gaze was fixated behind her .
The producer, who was standing next to him, wore the same petrified expression . They looked as if they had seen a ghost!
She composed herself and tried to regain her balance . While she was fumbling, a clean and fair hand appeared before her .
The silver cufflink on his suit pierced her sight as it reflected the sunlight .
This hand obviously belonged to a man, yet it was clean and fair . It looked well-maintained with candle-like fingers .
She lifted her face and was met with a pair of deep and penetrating almond-shaped eyes . Standing before her was a tall and handsome man . Although he looked young, only in his twenties, he had a mature and steady disposition . His aura was imposing and imperial .
Just from his presence, one could tell that he had braved many storms – a man with a cold nature .
It was not apathy but rather aloofness and detachment .
From where he stood, his high-and-mighty presence ubiquitously occupied every inch of the room .
A bevy of tall men in suits stood behind him . They were bowing slightly and respectfully in his shadow, much like an army saluting a general .
Mu Yazhe…
Yun Shishi was frozen stiff, while the nearby Xiao Xue was mesmerized .
The man bowed his head and silently extended his hand to her . He looked elegant in his black suit as the sun cast a soft and devilish shadow on his face .
The sun was glaring straight at her, so she could not directly look at him . Although she could only look at him partly, his exquisite features were apparent enough to melt her heart .
His sword-like eyebrows and angular silhouette seemed to hold the cold, harsh, and disdainful lineage of a European aristocrat, yet it also exuded the unique, elegant, and deeply demonic charm of an oriental man .
He was an undoubtedly handsome, young man, and this beauty was not merely superficial . He held the charisma of a king – high and mighty .
The row of men behind him was curious to see on who could possibly rouse their master's attention to stop him in his path . They dropped their gazes, which felt like shots of darts, on to her . She struggled to right her footing, ignoring his outstretched hand .
The man saw the graceful and valiant look on her face and slowly retracted his hand . He was silent, his mouth deliberately cocking into an indiscernible arc .
Chapter end
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