As Chi Xingye walked in and tried to spot the figure of Helian Chengyan, praise filled the air around her.
Although she did not understand the language of DK, the candid and passionate gazes of the men present made her slightly uncomfortable. Soon though, she saw the figure of Helian Chengyan not far away. He was wearing a dark formal suit, his legs were long, his back was straight, and his shoulders were broad. His silhouette resembled a movingly perfect sculpture, radiating a masculine charm that was irresistibly attractive.
By his side, in addition to the President and the First Lady holding a champagne glass, there were other nobles. All of them seemed to be in conversation with pleasant smiles on their faces.
As they were chatting, their eyes were suddenly drawn to something.
Helian Chengyan, sensing something, turned around to find Chi Xingye walking towards him.
