Zhao Jianghe looked at Tang Feng and first noticed that the young man was quite handsome, indeed very dashing, and secondly, was his demeanor, standing amidst the crowd without panic.
One must know that the people who had come today were all figures of status, yet this youngster did not seem nervous at all, very natural.
Zhao Jianghe couldn't help but be curious.
To achieve this, there were three possibilities: one was that this youngster had not been exposed to much of the world, and ignorance brought fearlessness.
The second was that he had seen many such occasions, so he could appear very composed.
The third was that he might look down upon these people, holding himself above them, hence he was not intimidated.
No matter which it was, Zhao Jianghe could not afford to be careless today.
"Tang Feng, hello," Zhao Jianghe extended his hand to shake Tang Feng's.
He also subconsciously wanted to test him.
