Ji Yanche was wearing a white T-shirt, with a loose-fitting blue letter jacket over it, looking particularly stylish.
The black jeans made his legs look straight, and the NIKE Air Jordan1s on his feet were very eye-catching.
He wasn't extremely tall; his official height was 179, a perfect height that didn't make him seem too imposing.
His gray hair was slightly curly, his chin slightly pointed, with delicate features, especially those eyes, amber-colored, incredibly clear, as if they could reflect everyone passing by.
Then, they landed on Ruge in the crowd.
The girl had short hair, strands of hair stuck to her face because of sweat, making her look even more petite.
"Hi——"
He greeted cheerfully while walking forward, surrounded by bodyguards.
Ruge's friend, the girl with glasses, was so excited her face turned bright red, she almost fainted, "Ji Yanche is looking our way, I'm going to die!! I just made eye contact with him, ahhhh..."
