With a simple white shirt tucked into black trousers, he was able to give the plain outfit an undeniably distinctive appeal.
He strolled over leisurely, his brows arrogantly raised, one hand casually tucked into his trouser pocket. Upon setting his eyes on her, his gaze instantly softened.
Qibao was at a loss, staring dazedly at him. Mr. Di, we finally meet again.
Following his entrance, his entourage formed a neat line behind him, exuding an imposing aura. They bowed deeply, 90 degrees, towards Qibao, "Miss Qibao, good day!"
Qibao stood there, seemingly muddled.
Her large almond eyes blinked at Di Mingjue. A sudden thought crossed her mind: My dream lover is a mighty hero. I believe there will come a day when he'll arrive in a golden, divine armor, riding on a rainbow cloud to marry me.
Mr. Di, are you my all-conquering hero?
With you in my lifetime, what more could I ask for?
