A group of people approached the rostrum. These were the leaders of Xijing University.
Among them, a tall and straight figure stood out.
Compared to the other leaders around him, he looked especially young.
He wore a pressed black suit, a white shirt, and a black tie, which made him look even more handsome and elegant.
Even though he was still quite a distance away, it was not hard to feel the faint sense of pride that his body seemed to carry.
"It's Dean Shen!"
"Ah! My Prince Charming! He's so handsome in person!"
"Heavens, is he really forty years old? Why does he look like he's only in his early thirties? He looks so young!"
Shen Zhijin had been born blessed.
Time seemed to have forgotten about him, leaving almost no traces of it on his face or body.
