"President Shen, my male god!"
"I support President Jiang!"
Shen Zhixi and Jiang Feng were both among the best-looking in China's consortiums. Especially Shen Zhixi, a cold-faced yet kind-hearted philanthropist whose beauty blurred gender lines. If it weren't for his noble status, he would definitely be the visual focus in a boy band—the archetype of a beautiful but deadly character.
Although Jiang Feng was middle-aged, he wasn't the least bit greasy. Even though his fame couldn't match that of his younger brother, there were still plenty of young ladies who called him the handsomest national uncle in private.
Both men, dressed in suits, rose from the center stage on a lift.
The scene was definitely pleasing to the eye.
The cheers from the audience were no less than when a superstar made an appearance.
Jiang Feng entered the exhibition area of the East China University of Science and Technology and sat down beside Paul.
