Mrs. Li's simple words seemed to hold a kind of magic. Li Yucheng, who had been in a frantic rush to find Yu Lan, froze in place.
Yes.
That was it.
'Every man wants to look his absolute best—handsome and dashing—when he meets the female he likes.'
Especially for a female as outstanding and beautiful as Yu Lan.
The men by her side—Huo Zhanting, Su Xingye, and Shen Zueran—were all exceptional, the cream of the crop. Handsome and distinguished, each possessed a unique charm, whether in temperament or appearance.
'How could I afford to fall behind?'
'I don't need to completely outshine them, but at the very least, I can't pale in comparison.'
With that thought, Li Yucheng paused his move toward the door and gave a calm, composed order.
"Get the best interstellar styling team here."
"Price is no object."
For the top financial conglomerate, the Li Family, problems that could be solved with money were not problems at all.
