Turning to the side, he saw Jialan raising his hand to punch.
Although he was a man, he possessed an exceptionally exquisite face, his features more beautiful than those of a woman.
Because he was throwing punches, his clothes were slightly disheveled, with the collar slightly open, revealing a fair and elegant neck and collarbone. Let alone women—even men's hearts couldn't help but race upon seeing him.
Jialan, although he had once captivated audiences worldwide, hadn't appeared in public media for twenty years. So these young staff could only recognize him from old movies in the past; at most, he seemed familiar, but they didn't know who he was.
Jialan's face was so stunning and youthful that all they knew was that he was a man more beautiful than a woman.
At this moment, as everyone looked at the scene between the two people inside the room, they couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.
