Zhixi was slightly taken aback, subconsciously casting her gaze toward the entrance of the banquet hall.
Then, an unexpectedly tall and dark figure suddenly burst into her view.
The man, impeccably dressed in a suit, walked in surrounded by several other socialites, a smile playing on his lips as he listened intently to the conversation beside him. His demeanor, however, was detached and cold, making him seem out of place with the atmosphere of the entire banquet hall.
Under the shifting lights, the man's features were strikingly handsome, dazzling onlookers.
Zhixi felt dazed for a moment, almost believing she was dreaming.
At that time, the murmuring voices around her suddenly pierced into her ears.
"...Is that He Jingyao?"
"...Really! It's really him! My God, I never imagined he'd look like that, he's just too..."
"...too handsome!"
Those hushed whispers, the repressed squeals, and the looks of admiration or envy, all were directed at the man.
