The newcomer had fiery red hair, a handsome face, and a red flame mark at the center of his brows. At first glance, he was the spitting image of a pretty boy.
Despite his languid appearance and hands tucked in his pockets, he exuded a noble aura of sovereignty. Such a temperament could only be found in families that had been nobility for generations, stirring a sense of shame in others.
But upon closer inspection, one could detect the indifference in his eyes. It was a gaze of apathy toward all things, one that could only belong to someone who stood at the pinnacle of the world, reflecting immense self-confidence and disdain for all beings.
As soon as Ye Chen saw the newcomer, his expression instantly became grave. Squinting, he said in a low voice, "Apollo."
At that moment, the security guards who were watching the gate hurried in, their faces filled with fear as they looked at Apollo.
