To show respect for the grand event and appear approachable, Dan Youguo naturally stood at the end of the red carpet. Dressed formally, he looked both commanding and supremely amiable.
After all, as the President of a nation, his presence and demeanor were undeniably powerful.
Di Mingzhe was also present, standing beside Dan Youguo.
He merely curled his lips in a faint smile, his eyes holding a touch of indifference, but his handsome face still attracted many admiring gazes.
He, too, was in formal attire, a black suit, white shirt, and meticulously tied black tie.
With a cool complexion and a calm and steady presence, he stood there radiating even more gravity and nobility than Dan Youguo.
Upon seeing Di Mingjue and Gu Qibao, the coolness on his face softened somewhat, and the curve of his lips rose higher.
Of course, Dan Lingling attended such an occasion—it was what she had dreamt of.
