Tall and long-legged, Su Ting stepped out emotionlessly. Dressed in a suit with two top buttons undone, he appeared far from the well-behaved image Gu Dai remembered. Now, there was an added touch of rebelliousness.
Aloofness and wildness seemed contradictory, yet they merged seamlessly in Su Ting.
Seeing him, many women in the audience couldn't help but gasp in admiration.
Gu Dai watched Su Ting with pride swelling in her heart. The once young boy was now standing on such a grand stage, garnering the affection of so many. She felt a deep sense of gratification.
Hearing the commotion, Song Ling's mood darkened further, especially seeing Gu Dai's attentive gaze on Su Ting and the smile playing on her lips. His fists clenched on his thighs.
Are these women blind? Su Ting is nothing but a pretty boy! What's there to like?
