Deep and resonant, the magnetic voice brought a moment of stillness to the chaotic scene. The man flicked the broom in his hand and with a sharp glance around him, threw it outside the door.
Shen Meng looked up, startled, recognizing the face that had appeared countless times in her dreams. He wore a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and black straight-leg pants that accentuated his slender figure. The neatly trimmed crew cut, handsome features, high-bridged nose, and sharp gaze contrasted starkly with the disheveled appearance from her dreams.
For a moment, Shen Meng was transfixed. No wonder netizens from her past life often lamented that all the good-looking men had been claimed by the state. She thought so now as well; this man was indeed striking.
