Before long, Yan Xiaye sensitively realized that the women around her began purposefully converging in one direction, each with a hurried appearance as though afraid someone else would gain the upper hand.
She stopped and gazed into the distance, and saw a man some meters away whose build was slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He stood quietly next to the floor-to-ceiling curtains, wearing an ordinary suit that still appeared exceptionally remarkable, topped with the same black small hat as everyone else, elegantly waving his hand at the nth woman trying to ingratiate herself with him, not seeming to believe that any of them were the companion he was waiting for.
Indeed, he did look somewhat like Li Yuntang.
