Ye Shu's gaze drifted past the crowd, settling on Sheng Shaochen.
A man like Sheng Shaochen, so perfect as if he were a piece of art meticulously sculpted by God himself, was destined to be surrounded by a halo where all praise and wonderment existed solely for him.
Ye Shu's small hand unconsciously clenched the hem of her dress as if she were a girl smitten with spring love, her heart thumping wildly.
And his gaze coincidentally met hers, and in that moment of eye contact, it felt like electricity was fiercely colliding in the air.
Ye Shu's face turned red, and the roots of her ears heated up under his gaze. She hurriedly lowered her head.
All this did not escape Ye Xinyu's watchful eyes.
She derided Ye Shu in her heart, "Delusional blockhead, thinking she can hook any man with her seduction tricks? As if she could snag someone like Sheng Shaochen! Jin City's number one ascetic male idol with gynophobia to boot!