Li junyu's rise startled the people in and out of the stage.
His cold and exquisite facial features, his aloof and lascivious temperament, and his innate powerful aura made it difficult for people not to notice his every move.
On the stage, ruan Mengmeng was the only one who did not notice that li junyu had already walked up to the stage. However, she had just started to walk when she suddenly felt her body stiffen.
Behind him, a powerful and familiar aura was enveloping him.
Almost instinctively, she turned around and looked up, meeting li junyu's deep, dark eyes.
His dark and cold Phoenix eyes were looking at ruan Mengmeng's little face.
Seeing that the young girl's eyes were also glued to his face, the man narrowed his Phoenix eyes slightly, and a hint of jealousy and warning flashed through his deep eyes.
Ruan Mengmeng's legs went weak from that one look.
A numbing sensation went up from the back of her waist to the back of her head.
