Nan Fei's eyes widened in admiration of Chen Yuanyuan's discernment. Her judgment was spot-on—Bei Jiang was indeed around one meter eighty-nine.
"Vulgar." Someone who couldn't take it anymore said, "Judging by the face is too superficial. The main thing to look at in a person is their aura, especially in men—it's all about the presence." Though just moments before they had spoken with such righteous indignation, that person immediately revealed a mischievous smile and added, "Hehehe... the stronger the presence, the more I like it."
Today, Nan Fei really learned something new, but she dared not voice her opinion. She had already seen Bei Jiang approaching her amidst all the attention, and as he grew closer, she could hear a thunderous heartbeat.
She had no idea whose it was.
Soon, Huo Beijiang stood still before the crowd. The group of young girls had just been buzzing with daring, but when the man actually appeared in front of them, they all chickened out.
