Xiao Han scrutinized the man before him. He was a young fellow around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, tall and sturdy with a firm gaze, and not bad-looking—though not as handsome as Xiao Han himself, he was not far behind.
Moreover, Xiao Han didn't sense any murderous intent from him.
Could it be that he was one of his admirers? At this thought, Xiao Han's expression turned a bit odd.
The young man had no idea what Xiao Han was thinking, but if he had known, he surely would have felt the urge to kill Xiao Han. He was a straight man and definitely not into other men.
"Your strength is stronger than I expected," the young man said, a trace of admiration in his tone.
"Yes, my charm is also stronger than I had imagined," Xiao Han replied wistfully. He was considering whether he should teach this guy a lesson and get him to stop liking him. After all, even though he was charming, he definitely did not like men and didn't want to ruin this guy's life.
