Cen Xi carried the tray and rushed around the guests anxiously. She was looking for the man called Qiao Sen.
After looking around, Cen Xi was feeling slightly panicked as she did not see him. Then, she caught a glimpse of his figure on the terrace from the corner of her eye.
He had changed into a black shirt and pants. He was talking to people and raised his wine glass. Because of the action of raising his hand, the tailored cloth outlined his perfect chest and shoulders. The light on the terrace fell from the top of his head, making his ordinary face look extraordinarily handsome.
Cen Xi had always felt that a man's temperament and charm were greater than looks.
Just like this Mr Qiao Sen. He was clearly not a good person and looked ordinary, but standing there, he was still the most eye-catching.
But Cen Xi had no time to appreciate how charming he was. Thinking of the conversation between the two men, she walked towards Qiao Sen with the tray.
