Su Han sat there and glanced at Zhen Yong. From his aura, he appeared somewhat fierce, just as one would expect from someone from the military.
However, his vital energy was very weak, and even his sharp gaze could not conceal his frail body.
"Old Zhen!" Dong Lin frowned slightly, dissatisfied with Zhen Yong's tone.
He was thoroughly convinced of Su Han's capabilities. Even his own family's elder held Su Han in high regard. Zhen Yong didn't understand how formidable Su Han was, so he shouldn't anger Su Han.
He certainly knew that Zhen Yong's skepticism was a professional habit; he would not easily trust anyone, let alone Su Han, who appeared so young.
"Old Dong, I didn't mean anything by it, just a professional habit, so I was a bit more curious." Zhen Yong could naturally tell that Dong Lin was very polite to Su Han.
He also wouldn't dismiss his old friend's face.
He extended his hand and smiled, "Hello Mr. Su, I am Zhen Yong."
