A black Rolls-Royce slowly drove to the entrance of the exhibition center.
The car window rolled down gracefully, revealing a face as deep as night and stunningly extraordinary under the swaying moonlight.
Ah Ding approached the car and respectfully opened the door.
Mo Chuxi stepped out, his long legs striking the ground in black leather shoes that exuded steadiness, his tall and elegant figure standing like a king before the towering building.
He resembled a monarch who came in person, his noble and sophisticated aura commanding awe and respect.
The lack of expression on his handsome face only made it the most captivating expression.
The well-dressed socialites nearby had already fallen for Mo Chuxi's slender eyes or his lightly pursed peach blossom lips.
"Young Master Mo, I think Lady Yan should have arrived already. Should we go find her first?"
Ah Ding suggested.
Mo Chuxi raised his hand to adjust his gold cufflink, his thin lips moving slightly.
