Lips dazzling like flower petals, casually shaped into a hint of unruly arrogance. He wore casual trousers and a dark red shirt, his legs long, his figure fine, like a perfectly proportioned mannequin, exuding an air of supreme self-confidence, disregarding everything else.
This man was extremely handsome, his beauty ostentatious, catching everyone's eye unforgettably.
The men following him, though slightly less striking, were each remarkably good-looking.
As soon as they appeared, they caused quite a stir at the antique market, dazzling everyone. His looks, even standing before Mu Bai, the city's top beauty, were not the slightest bit inferior, even more flamboyant.
If Mu Bai was beautiful, then this man was gorgeous!
Wen Jiaren thought this man was indeed beautiful, but too brash, too sharp-edged; she still preferred Mu Qian.
Wait, what was she thinking?
Realizing her gaze had unconsciously drifted toward Mu Qian, she quickly diverted it.
