Jun Mochan sat in the most central seat of the first row, surrounded by men of the uncle generation. Gentle and refined, with features like a painting, he was particularly eye-catching.
When he heard footsteps at the door, he lazily turned his head and met a pair of distinct black and white eyes.
Ye Ranran was momentarily stunned, quickly averting her gaze. Before coming, she had naturally reviewed the list of conference attendees and had a general understanding of everyone present.
She quickly guessed that he was the top leader of Country Z: Jun Mochan.
Why was she so sure? Because he was a year or two younger than Fu Rong, such a young age for such a position made her pay more attention.
In her mind, she categorized him as one of the dangerous individuals.
But when Jun Mochan saw the person at the door, he couldn't take his eyes off her, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up.
Chu Ji and Zhou Xian firmly held him down.
