At the entrance to the banquet hall, Yu Chiyin's family of four attracted the attention of the entire room with their exceptionally high attractiveness.
Dressed in a handmade Italian suit, Yu Chiyin stood tall and straight, his strikingly handsome features dazzling onlookers, mixing inherent nobility and aloofness with elegance, much like a knight prince from the last century.
He had always been like a cold stone at the peak of a snowy mountain, radiating an ice-cold aura, his powerful presence felt even from three meters away.
At this moment, Yu Chiyin held Princess Jiujiu, a delicate and lovely figure, in his arms.
She was dressed in a pink princess gown, her cute face as tender as an apple, lit with an innocent smile, her pitch-black eyes fearlessly roving around the room.
Whatever she whispered into Yu Chiyin's ear made even King Yama of the business world soften his eyes, and a hint of a smile flickered across his thin lips.
