He was dressed in black. The clothes were not gorgeous, but they exuded an inexplicable domineering air from him. He was so tall that Ziyi could only look up at him. But with just one glance, a strange fear made Ziyi lower his head. That face was full of heroic spirit, the three-dimensional facial features facing the light were as perfect as if they were carved with a knife, and the light emanating from the deep black eyes was so bright and mocking. The tall nose bridge is like a vigorous mountain range. Arrogant, perfect, like a god. He inadvertently glanced at Ziyi with a sarcastic look, "My coachman is deaf and mute."
A voice came from the corner, and a man in white who seemed to have been completely abandoned by the debaters just now focused everyone's attention on him.
A few strands of hair hang down from the left side of the man's forehead, as if deliberately or accidentally. Showing extra aura. His deep eyes seemed to have just come back from a distance. There was a piece of white gauze tied around his wrist. It tugged slightly and slid onto his face, touching the corners of the man's mouth that were gradually rising.
She got out of the car, waved to Uncle Fu not to send anyone to follow her, and walked straight forward alone, her sky-blue skirt swaying in the wind, her brown eyes with a slightly disdainful smile, blue gems adorning her slender earlobes, her skin as smooth as gel, not tacky at all. Although the white gauze blocked half of her face, it still couldn't block this unparalleled beauty.