Fei Chuan walked to the front, neither too fast nor too slow. The spotlight didn't need to follow him; as soon as he stood up, he immediately drew the attention of everyone in the hall.
His fair skin seemed to glow under the chandelier lights. His broad shoulders and well-built physique perfectly complemented the black suit he wore. His hair was slicked back, with just a few strands falling onto his clean forehead, revealing his strikingly handsome face.
The room went silent as they watched him approach the stage.
A man followed behind him. Upon reaching the stage, the man took the microphone and began to speak, while Fei Chuan stood silently, commanding the room without uttering a word.
"...We received an invitation from Young Master Lin Sanju and came here to support him. Although our gifts may not compare to everyone else's, we hope our sincerity will reach Head Master Lin's heart."
