"Qingcheng International truly lives up to its name—they actually invited Mikal to design the decoration."
"This chandelier alone costs around twenty million. Tsk tsk, they're certainly wealthy."
Ye Tian touched his chin, raised his head, and looked at the magnificent chandelier above him with interest.
It was around lunchtime, and many female office workers were entering and leaving Qingcheng International. As they passed by Ye Tian, they all gave him a look of amazement.
After all, Ye Tian stood out among the crowd with his stunning looks that defied the heavens and an aura that could deeply captivate anyone.
He seemed like a peerless handsome man who had walked out of a painting.
A gentleman with a face like jade, unmatched in the world!
Among the women, there were some bold ones who openly walked up to Ye Tian to ask for his WeChat and phone number.
However, I am a gentleman, and my mother taught me not to give my number to strangers easily.
