The man wore a British-style shirt with a same model suit over it, his eyes sharp and profound like an eagle's, his perfect face flawless.
As he moved, his long legs were astonishing.
"Wow, my idol."
"He's so tall, I can't even reach his shoulders."
"He's the most handsome and charming man I've ever seen, my goodness."
Xi Yemo didn't even glance at these women, heading straight to the elevator and up to the eighth floor as it opened.
A small figure rushed up: "Daddy."
Xi Yemo lifted the little one, his dark eyes filled with affection: "Did you spend the whole day with mommy?"
"Yeah."
The little one nodded, sitting in his father's arms, which made him especially happy.
"Husband." As soon as Lan Xin Ai walked over, she was embraced around the waist by Xi Yemo, a coy blush coloring her face.
The trio, strikingly good-looking and joyously united, drew many onlookers.
"There are so many people watching."
The little woman shyly remarked.
