Xia Jinyuan, who was leaning against the car door, was dressed in casual clothes. He looked no different from a successful man who entered a high-class office building.
He was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt that made him look even more elegant and mature. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up slightly, and his elegant aura had a hint of arrogance.
He didn't wear his military uniform, but he kept the sharpness of a soldier in his bones. Although his every move was still powerful, he lacked the bloodlust of a soldier on the battlefield and had a restrained aura.
When he spoke, he looked at Ye Jian with his deep and dark eyes. His low voice sounded like he was narrating a story. It came slowly and calmly.
In such a calm tone, Ye Jian could hear the beauty of the sea and the unpredictable turbulence in the depths of the sea.
As he spoke, Ye Jian's expression became more solemn.
