This was the first time Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan had met, but he had been caught red-handed. Only then did he size him up seriously.
From the moment they met until now, there was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.
His suit was good, and his white shirt was buttoned up to the collar. He was capable and smart. His gray suit was open, and he was not wearing a tie. He looked more casual.
His expression was lacking and extremely cold.
He kept a low profile and restrained his aura. He did not have the snobbishness of a businessman. Instead, he had a faint scholarly temperament.
When he looked at Fu Chen, his gaze was sharp like an eagle's.
Fu Chen had investigated the Qiao family. There was no Yan Wangchuan among the people close to them. If he knew, he would have made preparations long ago.
