Shi Che stood there quietly; his well-tailored black handmade suit accentuated his tall figure impeccably, and his handsome face remained charming even under the dim lighting.
Everyone's gaze was focused on him, yet he seemed perfectly at ease, as if born to bask in the attention of others. He merely raised his hand slightly, revealing an expensive Patek Philippe watch under the cuff of his white shirt. He glanced at his watch, his voice indifferent, "I am late, sorry."
His voice was clear and elegant, naturally graceful. Even his apologetic words were so polite that it was hard for anyone to feel critical of him.
Everyone was stunned—no one had anticipated Shi Che's sudden appearance, and no one could react immediately.
The first to recover was Ling Chuxia.
She quickly lowered her head, fearing that the panic and fear in her eyes would be visible to others. Her hands involuntarily clutched at her dress.
