He is no longer the 16-year-old boy of the Yan Family. In just a few years, the family's arms business has truly reached its peak, and Emperor Yan has become the undisputed arms tycoon of North America. People outside respectfully address him as Young Master Empire.
"What's this, the arms trade can't satisfy Young Master Empire's appetite, and now you're setting your sights on the fashion industry?" Gu Shaocheng teased with idle interest.
Emperor Yan raised the glass in his hand: "I have a sister, a professional model, here to support her."
Just as he spoke, a girl walked out onto the stage. Gu Shaocheng followed his gaze. Which girl was it? She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, a mixed-race girl, with long slender legs, a shapely figure, burgundy hair casually draped over her shoulders, in large waves, with a few strands falling over her forehead. She walked a circle on the runway, with an air of aloofness that truly resembled him: "Not bad-looking."
