A person whom Xu Junfeng didn't want to deal with but couldn't afford not to.
At the entrance of the Film Academy, an SUV with immense space was parked, its presence dominating the roadside. Although it was a bit away from the main gate, it still became the focus of pedestrians passing by.
At this moment, in the back seat of the car, two tall men sat side by side. The one wearing a long black coat was Song Jinyan.
The man next to him wore camouflage attire with stern facial features and sharp, hawk-like eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows. The man had a healthy wheat-colored complexion, a commanding presence, and a cold demeanor. One glance was enough to know he was the type who had been through the wringer, who had been battered by the elements and had ventured through fire and blade. His entire being screamed, 'I'm not to be trifled with.'
With him there, Song Jinyan appeared much more refined in comparison.
