Under the spotlight, Nie Xun stood on the rostrum holding Song in July, and the eyes of all the people around him fell on them.

In the eyes of all the people, Mr. Nie has a handsome and graceful face. His black hair was now all combed back, revealing a full and tall forehead, with several strands of falling hair on both sides of the sideburns, and the black frame gave him a touch of scholarly refinement.

Now Nie Xun, a self-cultivating suit tailored, smiled, calmly, and glanced over the crowd without fear of the curious inquiry and gaze, so calm.

"How could it be him..." Cheng Qingning was even...