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Ruan Qi and Nie Heng felt their bodies jolt simultaneously upon hearing the man's voice.

At the entrance to the consultation room, a man walked in slowly.

The man was dressed in a Republic-era style dark red changpao, with the top button fastened, and the pristine silk fabric was devoid of any pattern.

His figure was tall and slender, his sharp and pronounced features even more flamboyant than Gu Feiyang's demonic allure, adding a few degrees of brilliance.

Yet, contradictorily, his temperament was the exact opposite of his appearance, filled with asceticism and ruthlessness, reminiscent of a sharp blade thrust atop an iceberg, where every touch inflicted harm.

As the man walked slowly through the door, his enchanting and ascetic Republic-era style was like a resplendent painting, dazzling everyone's eyes.

But the next second, his gaze swept over.

Tyrannical, fierce, cruel, like a heartless despot.

Dazzled by beauty, the onlookers shuddered violently.

Beauty is poisonous!