Jiang Zhen was in this important position, but he was not very old. He looked like he was in his thirties. He was tall, but not powerful. Instead, he looked a little thin. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He looked ordinary, but he was very fair. There was a scar from his forehead to his brow bone. With such skin color, he looked even more conspicuous. When he didn't speak, he looked a little sinister, giving people a sense of danger.
Tan Ming was attracted by the scar and took a few more glances.
Jiang Hai gave the two of them a simple introduction. He rubbed Tan Ming's head and said softly, "Anan, Jiang Zhen is the same age as your brother. When you were young, you often played together."
When Tan Ming heard her father say this, she understood what he meant. The Jiang Zhen family was trustworthy as an old management team. Hence, she used a more intimate way of addressing him. "Brother Jiang Zhen, I'll have to trouble you today."
