Next to them, Zhao Bin and others also turned their heads to look, only to see that on the suspended stage directly ahead, the previous female singer had left at some point, replaced by a man in a casual suit.
He looked to be in his early twenties, with a tall and straight posture, deep eyes, and short, clean-cut hair. Along with a well-defined face, he appeared as if he had stepped off the cover of a magazine, instantly becoming the focus of everyone's attention upon his arrival.
When he appeared, somewhere in the restaurant, faint screams from some young girls could be heard.
"Is he an internet celebrity too?"
"I really envy people who can make a living just by their looks..."
"Brother Bin, you could too. I remember you have eight-pack abs; take off your shirt, and you'll at least have a hundred thousand followers!"
"Hahaha, never mind. How long can you make money like that? It's not secure..."
