"It's really lively."
A lazy voice came from upstairs, and everyone looked up to see a few tall, handsome men standing in the upstairs corridor. Even those accustomed to the likes of Mu Qian and Mu Yufan couldn't help but be amazed by the one leading them.
It was Nangong Ming, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a black shirt, one hand resting on the railing, the other holding a glass of red wine. He stood there elegantly and lazily, exuding a noble and graceful aura, his presence was striking.
Meanwhile, Nangong Yan was dressed in a white shirt, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. His red lips and white teeth, combined with his deep features, made him and Nangong Ming look like mixed-race individuals perfectly crafted by God, clean and sunny, though there was a hint of aloofness in his eyes.
The men behind them looked as if they walked out of a magazine, each handsome and with an impressive aura.
