When the father and son went down to the end of the stairs, they stopped at the junction of the stairs which was still higher than everyone.
The man finally showed his true face.
It was a handsome face!
His angular and concise facial profile was like the masterpiece of God. His long eyebrow was black and exquisite, with a sharp eyebrow tail. He had a high nose, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. His brown cat like eyes emitted a charming luster. He was high above, and his calm eyes looked at the people downstairs.
Just like the aura of a God descending, the mortals below stopped breathing and movements. They stared at him without blinking, fearing that if they didn't take a look, the immortal like man would leave.
The man's eyes swept over the crowd indifferently, and finally stopped at a far corner.
Finally, his lips, which had been tightly closed, slightly raised a arc, making e
e very popular among ladies."
"Wow! Great! Yeah!" There was a burst of uncontrollable screams in the field.
Obviously, the women had guessed the meaning of Henson's smile. It must have something to do with Kian.
Kian looked at Henson and raised his eyebrows slightly.
With a cunning smile on his face, Henson turned to look at the audience and continued, "I believe you've all guessed it. Before the formal beginning of the banquet, there is an opening dance, which is naturally danced by the protagonist of today's banquet, Mr. Kian..."
The audience screamed again. All the women wanted to dance with Kian.
Kian's face changed. He pursed his lips and subconsciously reached out to straighten his tie.
'What is this old fox doing all of a sudden?'
In the corner, Don smiled and said to Myra, "See? He's nervous. He doesn't like others to get close to him, even if it's a beautiful woman."