"May I ask if you are Keren's..." After a long wait without receiving a handshake back from Huang Qingtian, La Chuan could only retract his hand that was awkwardly hanging in mid-air. Refusing to concede, he asked another question.
It was because he was just too curious about the identity of the man before him. The clothes and accessories were plain to the point of utter ordinariness, yet they seemed to endow the man with an indescribable nobility.
Especially at the moment when their eyes met, the overwhelming sense of deterrence caused a tingling sensation on the scalp. This feeling, even when compared to the high-profile figures La Chuan had encountered a few times, was incomparable.
Who exactly was this man? What role did he play by Mu Keren's side? Could it be that he was the person Xuan Ling mentioned, the one who supported Mu Keren from behind?
This series of questions surfaced one after another in La Chuan's mind. And all of them were the root of his displeasure.
