The appearance of the young man became a pleasing spectacle.
His black hair framed his exquisite, handsome face, making his complexion exceptionally fair.
He was tall and slender, dressed in a finely tailored black suit and white shirt. The top button of the shirt was left undone and there was no tie under the collar, giving the man a rebellious and uninhibited air.
The black trousers hugged his long legs, and on his feet were a pair of handcrafted Italian leather shoes.
Upon his entrance, two words came to mind: "bewitching beauty."
He was beautiful, the type of effeminate pretty boy that's in vogue, but while those seen on television or in magazines have no aggression, looking like they would fall over with just a breeze, this man was different.
There was a sharpness in his eyes, like a knife ready to strike, cutting straight to the heart.
Hou Muyan's entourage had gathered all the job information available at the site for him.
