The man's face, cold and stern like frost, is sharp and chiseled as though sculpted, continually illuminated by flashing lights.
His eyes seem to be frozen with ice, his entire body exudes an aura of nobility and menace.
He stands in a circle of reporters and cameramen, the people around him are mere mortals, but he is the king donning a cape and ascending the throne.
"My team can handle all arrangements for the engagement ceremony in a very short time. Giving them more time would be an insult to their capability."
Long Xiliang speaks out, his voice consistently icy.
Upon hearing his voice, Lu Xiaoyou turns her head to look at the man on the LCD screen.
"His voice is so magnetic!"
"Wow! That bass! His voice is just too pleasing to the ear!"
In the dressing room, someone exclaims, while others express curiosity.
"That voice, why do I feel like I've heard it somewhere before..."
