C567 Look at My 50-meter Blade

The moment Shen Muzhi stepped onto the podium, his exquisite face became more and more vivid, like a watercolor painting painted by colors, stunning everyone.

He suddenly wanted time to stop at this moment, so that the beauty at this moment could become eternal.

Soong Zhiyang looked at him from below the stage, and the corner of his mouth could not help but curl upwards