Before long, a procession of the Yan Emperor's vehicles arrived at the hotel's red carpet from the service road.
Liuyun, dressed in a traditional black suit, walked around the front of the car and opened the back door.
A pair of brand-new, gleaming leather shoes hit the ground and the camera view moved up to reveal the long legs sheathed in suit trousers.
Shang Yu wore a black suit with a hint of dark blue from a pocket square peeking out from his chest pocket. He wore no tie, and the top button of his shirt was fastened in an ascetic manner, exuding a subdued yet noble air.
Underneath his short hair was an exceptionally handsome face, and a pair of cold eyes scanned the surroundings. The moment he stood before the crowd, the surrounding bodyguards nodded in unison, "Master Yan."
The man buttoned his coat with one hand and slightly turned his body, extending his palm towards the carriage.
