She lifted her head, her gaze somewhat astonished as she looked at him.
At that moment, the lighting technician cast a highlight from above, and under the light, Yu Zexiao's handsome face was rendered even more stunningly beautiful.
To be fair, Yu Zexiao was truly very good-looking—not with the ruggedness of a man, nor the softness of a woman, but purely beautiful. His features were exceptionally striking, his face as if chiseled by a knife and carved by a pen, each contour pleasing to the eye, so perfect that one couldn't help but marvel.
Right then, his handsome face was seriously looking at her from a close distance. He seemed to be completely unaware that the sentence he just said could lead to some misunderstanding—
No, not a misunderstanding. If it wasn't absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to deal with Jiang Xuanqi, nor did he want to engage with these impetuous and flamboyant female stars and heiresses.
