As the boat slowly approached, Gu Xiaoxi could make out the person standing at the bow.
Probably everyone would recognize him.
If not Quan Shaoqing, then who else?
Could there be such a coincidence in the world?
Imposing at the bow, the man stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a black suit tailored to fit his body snugly. His tall figure, coupled with the flag fluttering behind him, appeared even more towering.
His face was stern, his brows seemingly locked in eternal worry, and his dark eyes like leopards lurking in the night, deep, dangerous, and devilishly mesmerizing.
At the moment, a row of men dressed in black stood behind him, their presence grand.
His looks were enchantingly captivating, and right then he resembled an emperor of the dark night, dangerous, noble, enchanting.
Gu Xiaoxi clenched the cup in her hand. Despite the bright sunshine and wearing a light sweater, she felt as though she had fallen into an ice cave with Quan Shaoqing's arrival.
