This man named Zhao Yile had sparse stubble on his face, a square jaw, bushy eyebrows, and large eyes. Combined with his top-tier A-level aura, he looked like the mature, sunny, and handsome type of big boy who was definitely the dream guy of countless young girls.
Frankly speaking, if this was half a month ago when Liu Liu was still just a minor broadcaster and she had met a stylish man like Zhao Yile, she would have been attracted by his handsome appearance, and she might even have fallen for him, unable to extricate herself. However, now, having experienced the luxury of high society and having casually spent eight billion on the mansion she was standing in, and six billion on a single necklace, Liu Liu's mentality had undergone a drastic change.
Looking at the handsome captain of the bodyguards in front of her, Liu Liu's mind leisurely flashed to the image of a handsome man with golden glasses.
