Wang Guangju was thirty-eight years old this year, and not only did he possess the title of one of the "Four Heavenly Kings," but he also had another moniker: the ageless male deity.
Standing at 1.81 meters, almost equal in height to Chu Mo, Wang Guangju was well-proportioned and robust, with a face so nearly perfect that it would make people scream at a glance.
Like Ding Qian, when he arrived at the coffee shop, he too had his face covered with a mask and sunglasses.
Chu Mo stood up to welcome him, and Ding Qian, who had been sitting opposite, also stood up. After exchanging greetings, she consciously took the seat next to Chu Mo.
"Sorry, I'm the one who is late."
Twenty-five minutes late, Wang Guangju's handsome cheeks were full of contrition. He did not attempt to make excuses, but instead sincerely apologized to Chu Mo and Ding Qian.
Chu Mo waved his hand, having anticipated this situation and not minding it, and he said with a smile,
