0137 Just smell it and you'll know.

The man's voice was low and intoxicating, and the moment Su Ran heard it, her heart instantly leapt.

She turned around subconsciously, looking towards the entrance, her heart filled with anticipation, yet she feared she had misheard.

The entire banquet hall was silent.

Soon, the sound of footsteps clashing with the ceramic tiles came through, clear and forceful, then grew closer and closer.

When that tall and straight silhouette entered her view, everyone involuntarily gasped.

The man wore a high-end, luxurious handmade suit, with a straight nose, sensual thin lips, and features like dense fog, his exquisitely carved face as perfect as if he had stepped out of a painting.

A noble aura radiated from him, with a captivating oppressive force that silenced the entire hall.

The man's cold and distant face was flawlessly impeccable, with light-colored pupils that were deep and abyss-like, yet blazingly bright, scorching the heart.