The speaker was a man in his thirties, clad in a neatly fitted casual suit, tall and looking gentle and polite, very scholarly and handsome. However, at this moment, as he stared at Liu Wentian, his expression was somewhat unpleasant.
This man was the main guest of tonight's event, Feng Sima, the elder brother of Feng Kunyue and the prominent young master of Shenming City.
At this time, Liu Wentian's attention was not on him but rather, he was staring blankly at the expressionless but stunningly beautiful woman beside him.
She was dressed in a black long dress, unadorned by makeup but still having a rosy complexion, sparkling eyes, and bright red lips; she was breathtakingly beautiful.
With a tall figure and her long hair elegantly pinned up, her face bore no expression, giving off a very cold vibe. Her eyes were like the lone stars in the dark night, conveying an exceptionally lonely feeling.
