The moment Zeno Han's name was called, the comment section on the livestream exploded into chaos.
- AHHHH MY PRINCE!!
- LOOK AT HIM WALKING LIKE ROYALTY NEVER LEFT HIM.
- face card. face card. face card. not even a single decline.
- HANDSOME?? I THOUGHT HE WAS ALREADY HANDSOME AND NOW HE'S MORE HANDSOME?
- No, but why does he look like that? It's infuriating.
As Zeno strode toward the stage, it felt like a microphone suddenly amplified the cheers. The crowd hadn't screamed like this since the show started.
One by one, heads turned in his direction, necks craning, people whispering.
"He's really…"
"I saw the drama, and I thought it was all filters, but—what the heck, he's even more handsome in real life?"
"He's like a sculpted oil painting. Who made this man?"
His fitted black-on-black ensemble shimmered under the spotlight.
And then, the camera cut to the jumbo screen above.
