This was Zhao Lang's first public appearance.
He was dressed in a set of black and white local attire, with a simple silver ornament hanging in front of him, which jingled pleasantly as it swayed gently with the man's movements and collided with the evening breeze.
The wispy hairs on his forehead were also lifted by the wind, and those ink-colored pupils were thus exposed to the air, dazzling like ice and snow.
The man had a towering figure with limb proportions that were so perfect it was ridiculous, as if a deity hidden in the mountains had accidentally wandered among the human world.
All the staff around him were stunned.
Soon enough, they snapped back to reality.
Could this person be the Chixia Village lad with the otherworldly good looks that Director Sun had talked about?!
They had originally imagined someone rustic, simple, with delicate and pretty features.
But this was actually the God of Beauty.
Su Yinwan was also dumbstruck.