55 A Little Wooden Stick

"Is that the new male guest?" Yu Ziqian secretly sized up the back of the man.

This man was dressed in custom-made clothes, and even his wristwatch was a luxury brand. It was worth more than a million yuan, even more expensive than Zhou Yufan!

They only wondered how he looked.

The others were all curious about the new male guest, but their expressions were unpredictable.

Others might not recognize him, but how could she not know this back?

Even last night she had encountered this sight at the gym.

Shi Ran put her hand to her forehead helplessly.

At that moment, the man in front seemed to sense movement behind him and turned.

It was morning, and the sun was strong and warm by the sea. It shone on the man like a halo.

The sea breeze ruffled the man's short hair as he stood there and smiled elegantly at everyone.

"So handsome…" Yu Ziqian could not help but exclaim.