Perhaps it was too boring to sit alone. Wen Ruxia leaned forward slightly and raised her chin in the direction of the old man who was talking to a few people from the medical organization. She lowered her voice and said again, "Do you know who this student is?"
Qin Chulang was in his early forties. His skin was well-maintained, and his face was almost wrinkle-free. He was big-boned, tall, and had strong facial features. He was one of the rare three-dimensional ones among Asians. From the outline, Qin Si had inherited his looks, and his face was handsome.
However, Qin Si was a cynical person, giving off the feeling of a profligate son.
Qin Chulang happened to be at the opposite end of the spectrum. Even if he didn't open his mouth, he would still give off a reserved and strict aura.
At this moment, there was a cup of tea in front of the man. The latest tea from this year was in a white porcelain teacup.
