"He's so handsome, who is he?" the girl exclaimed, nearly deliriously, with her hands clasped to her face.
"Such beautiful eyes, like jewels..."
"So cool, so aloof, I like him," another girl stood up from her seat and ran toward Ming Yihan in front of everyone.
"So domineering, so manly, this man is mine, and nobody is allowed to compete with me."
With cries of admiration, the entire elegant hall was filled with girls in the bloom of youth, usually coddled and having everything they wanted at home. Now, seeing such an outstanding man appear, they became restless.
Zhiyan pursed her lips, a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, and she chose a spot to sit down leisurely, ignoring the man with a dark expression.
"Scram!" Ming Yihan's cold command, accompanied by an icy aura, was sharp as a blade in his gaze.
The sight made all the women tremble, revealing a hint of fear in their eyes.
"So ungentle!" she pouted and hummed towards the approaching Ming Yihan.
