This cold, charming, and pleasant voice was like the snow in winter.
A tall figure with an extraordinary aura appeared not far from the podium.
The man who spoke was like a banished immortal who had descended from the sky. He was also like a devil-god who had cultivated for thousands of years. His face was handsome and otherworldly, and he was drop-dead gorgeous. The aristocratic aura he emitted was innate, making people not dare to offend him.
He stood rooted to the ground, his face as cold as snow. There was no expression on his face, but he could still instantly charm the pants off everyone.
This devilishly handsome face was as charming as an addictive poison.
Everyone couldn't help but look at him and could not bear to look away.
In the next second, this devilishly handsome man—who seemed otherworldly—suddenly carried the aura of a powerful big shot as his sharp glance swept across everyone.