Normally, Jiang Hengchuan looked like a young farmer with dark skin, thick eyebrows and wide eyes, and with mediocre senses. Even if he stayed in the state of Oneness of Heaven and Men, free and happy, he still seemed to be a hermit farmer, who was living leisurely and was self-sufficient, and appreciated beautiful sceneries.
But now, he was talking with a smile on his lips, sending forth unstoppable confidence and calm. He was so spirited that he looked a completely different person. Confident and intelligent, he did not look like a peasant anymore.
It was the temperament instead of the look that reflected a person's career, and Jiang Hengchuan was a living example.
"Good point," Meng Qi suddenly said with his left hand tapping the back of his right hand while holding a knife, like he was clapping, but no smile emerged on his face.
