He walked in with a smile and saw a young man sitting inside, squinting his eyes.
The other party stood up, very tall, more than half a head taller than him.
The man reached out his hand and smiled subtly, "Hello, I'm Qu Feitai, Ming Jing's friend."
Ran Tengxiao squinted his eyes, his surname is Qu?
Among men, a handshake is considered courtesy. He was confident that in the whole city of Jiangzhou, no one would dare to initiate a handshake with him, but he extended his hand anyway.
Ran Tengxiao reached out, and the two large hands clasped together.
The other party secretly exerted force, almost crushing his finger bones.
Ran Tengxiao looked up, and the coldness in the young man's eyes was intimidating, like a man-eating beast, staring at him.
Ran Tengxiao hooked his lips, exerted strength secretly, and as expected, the young man knit his eyebrows.
The two naturally let go of their hands, the previous tension faded as if it were just an illusion.
