At this moment, Mr. Chen walked up from the other side of the stage.
Mr. Chen was wearing a black windbreaker that made him look even taller. There was still a gentle smile on his face.
When Mr. Chen came out, he instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Looking at his refined appearance, he still gave off a strong sense of oppression and suffocation.
At this moment, Qiao Nian walked to the middle of the stage.
Mr. Chen extended his hand towards Qiao Nian in a gentlemanly manner.
Qiao Nian's gaze landed on Mr. Chen's hand. His hand was slender and long, and the back of his hand was smooth. If one looked at his hand alone, they might think that he was a young man.
Qiao Nian noticed that there was a layer of yellowed calluses on the palm of Mr. Chen's hand. If she wasn't wrong, these were probably calluses from holding a gun for a long time.
Qiao Nian looked up at Mr. Chen. Although he was smiling, she still felt a chill around her.
