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Suddenly, when Feige looked up, he locked eyes with Xiao Yi's profound peach blossom-shaped eyes.
The other party was holding a phone, and on the screen was a photo of two young boys together.
One had a handsome face that still retained some traces of youthfulness, but he smiled very happily—that boy, of course, Feige recognized as the young Xiao Yi.
The other had a cold expression, and though there were some mud spots on his face, he was still stunningly handsome, and inexplicably projected a powerful aura.
That boy's overall facial features would be exceptional even in the current entertainment industry, not just outstanding but truly top-tier.
For a moment, Feige was somewhat taken aback, and after his brain churned at full speed, he reached a conclusion and blurted out, "So, the one standing next to you is Ye Zhenzhen's husband?"
Xiao Yi's already gloomy face grew even darker, and he said impatiently, "I asked you who's handsomer, not to talk about her damn husband."
