Commotion

Zhu Yuan was surprisingly very well-dressed today. He sported a crisp white shirt and a well-fitting suit, then paired with a head of well-kempt hair. He seemed noble, almost heroic even; not the annoying frat boy that Gu Xiqiao had bumped into last night.

The way he was dressed now finally reflected how accomplished he actually was in his career. Gu Xiqiao even heard some girls behind her gasp upon laying their eyes on Zhu Yuan.