"My God, he's so handsome!"
Someone in the crowd cried out, drawing the guests' gazes away from Chen Yunxi.
No one was looking at Chen Yunxi anymore; their eyes were fixed solely on one spot—the hotel entrance. Even the sound of the violin was drowned out by the gasps of awe.
The man, stepping forward confidently, was impeccably dressed in a tailored Armani suit and a custom-made Charvet shirt. His long legs and perfect figure were impossible to flaw.
His distinct facial features, seeming as if chiseled by a master artist, held a deep and piercing gaze that could penetrate anyone. He was like a walking embodiment of pheromones, capable of sending shivers down anyone's spine with just a glance.
One man, a match for a thousand soldiers!
"Who is that? So handsome, so imposing." Even the most composed person couldn't resist their curiosity, asking around.
"Yes, oh my God, where did he come from? Since when did Chen Yunxi know such a handsome, stylish, and charismatic man?"