However, when Ruan Zhongshan saw Jun Wu Xie, he was surprised to find that other than the face that had a semblance to Yan Wan, there was nothing else that was similar.
Yan Wan was cunning and vicious, and his means were poisonous. Even if he behaved normally, he still could not keep the ambition and viciousness hidden in his eyes.
However, the feeling that Jun Wu Xie exuded was very different. It was a kind of indifference, like an iceberg in the bitter wintry cold wind. Just by looking at the figure before him, he thought he could even feel the coldness exuded.
From that pair of extremely cold eyes that were clear and indifferent, it was as if they were able to see through all the conspiracy and scheming in the world.
Although they had just met each other in a short time, the image of an ignorant boy that Ruan Zhongshan thought of did not coincide with the young man before him.
