Bo Ye sat there, his back ramrod straight, his frame lean and sculpted. With his face half-turned, he was the very picture of exquisite, devilish charm. Seated in the opulent private room, he possessed the commanding air of a European aristocrat, his features as flawless as a painting. The moment Tang Shi saw him, her breath caught in her throat. A beat later, she cried out in disbelief, "What are