On the other side, several young talents were also sizing up Li Qiao.
At that moment, someone bumped into Jing Ruian, who was getting champagne from the buffet, and whispered, "Ruian, quickly look at the beauty."
Approximately twenty-five years old, Jing Ruian had a refined and scholarly appearance with a pair of slender, phoenix-shaped eyes that shimmered with astuteness and detachment.
He didn't seem to show much interest in the word "beauty."
With his back turned to Li Qiao, he held his champagne and took a sip, saying in a soft voice teasingly, "How beautiful is she?"
The man beside him was the young master of the Quan Family. Hearing Jing Ruian's question, he chuckled, "Definitely more beautiful than your goddess."
Upon hearing this, several of the other young masters cast mocking glances his way.
A few friends who were familiar with Jing Ruian all knew he had a goddess he constantly thought about.
But over the years, no one had ever seen her.
