In the dark shadows, Nan Zhi saw a tall and cold figure walking in with a strong aura.
The man was wearing a purely hand-tailored black suit. The perfectly-ironed suit pants wrapped around his long legs, enhancing his perfect proportions. He had one hand in his pocket and his body was slender and tall.
The lights reflected on his well-defined face, his long and narrow dark eyes appeared even more deep and cold. His well-defined nose was as beautiful as the peak of a tall mountain, his sexy thin lips were pursed tightly, giving him an air of dominance and fierceness.
Perhaps they were shocked by that powerful aura enveloping his entire body, but every person in the studio suddenly became quiet.
When Nan Yao and Ding Shuman, who were on the stage, saw Mu Sihan, their expressions changed at the same time.
Wasn't Nan Zhi abandoned by him?
They heard that she had moved back to her rented apartment. Didn't he have a new lover? Why was he here?
