The man standing before her wore a black suit, perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle.
His sharply defined handsome face carried an indifferent expression, exuding an air of superiority.
So handsome…
Originally, Wang Siming thought Luo Mingchuan was already very handsome.
But in front of Ou Jue, he was completely overshadowed like dust.
In this instant, it seemed as though the brilliance of the entire world surrounded this man, while Luo Mingchuan could only shrink timidly into a corner.
There's a saying, without comparison, there's no harm.
Wang Siming's eyes were directly captivated.
However, Ou Jue's gaze did not linger on her for even a second, looking sideways at the woman he was guarding behind him, his voice thick, "Who is she?"
"A shrew who bites randomly." Xiyan pouted slightly, pointing at her own face, "Look, she slapped me."
Indeed, faint finger marks could be seen on Xiyan's left cheek.
