The man, clad in a thin trench coat, had a tall and slender stature, resembling a model.
His handsome features looked slightly softer than Yu Lingqian's, and his eyes seemed to have undercurrents swirling within, unfathomable.
He stopped walking, and his deep gaze fell on Mu Anran.
The girl's black, shiny, straight hair was a bit messy from running, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her features delicately perfect.
Though dressed simply, she exuded a youthful vitality and a subtle elegance.
"Tsk!" A sneering scoff escaped from his nose as the man pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge, "After all that searching, it's still the same style."
Suddenly, as if recalling something, he abruptly turned to a man beside him, looking like his bodyguard, and spoke, "Is Young Master Yu on this flight?"
The bodyguard nodded expressionlessly, "Yes."
