It was the first time Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan met, yet Yan Wangchuan had already caught the chink in Fu Chen's armor. It was only now did Fu Chen start to size Yan Wangchuan up seriously.
From the moment they met until now, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
He was well-dressed in a gray suit, and his white shirt was neatly buttoned up to the collar. He looked capable and smart. His suit jacket wasn't buttoned up, and he didn't wear a tie, making him look less serious.
He had few expressions and looked extremely cold.
He kept a low profile and restrained his aura. He didn't have the snobbishness of a businessman but instead had the subtle, elegant aura of a scholar.
When he looked at Fu Chen, his gaze was sharp like a hawk.
