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"Eh, why does this person look so familiar? And why is their silver hair so unique?" Third Young Master Han Ziyun felt all kinds of astonishment when he saw Han Qianxun. He always had the feeling he had seen this silver-haired man somewhere, but just couldn't recall who it was.
"Sir, may I ask who you are?" Young Master Han Zifeng was also thoroughly confused. This aloof and unapproachable man in front of him gave him an inexplicably strange feeling. Instinctively, he wanted to submit in front of Han Qianxun, and although he tried to resist this feeling, it seemed utterly futile.
"Let's talk inside." The Huan Ya CEO said with a cold face, looking at the obviously related descendants before him with an indifferent expression. Even though he knew these three men were related to him, his naturally detached emotions didn't stir any affection or aversion; to him, these three were still just strangers, yes, just strangers.
