The room wasn't lit with lamps but with candles, not because of a power outage, but for the convenience of certain performances.
Fang Chuyi followed behind Shen Yue, looking like a schoolchild in contrast.
Shen Yue's demeanor was highly professional, much like a mentor on a talent show.
Whatever the time or task, he always looked the part of a professional, even if he hadn't graduated in that particular field.
At that moment, he was intently observing the feet of the woman, who wore a pair of hollowed-out crystal shoes. Through the hollows, one could see her pale skin and the delicately painted toes in vibrant floral hues.
Fang Chuyi, catching a glimpse, suddenly thought of what some brothers said as professional knowledge—"Green boys look at a woman's face, mature men look at her chest, and even more mature men keep looking down..."
The most professional man looks at a woman's feet.