The security guards at the entrance were immediately thrown into chaos.
Wu Chen, however, acted as if nothing was amiss. He pulled out the photo once more, glanced at the address on the back, and a smile curved his lips. "Fiancée, I'm here!"
Soon, he was standing in front of Zhao Dejiang's old villa.
Yang Hu was the first to notice him. While sizing him up, he prompted Chen Yang, "Boss, look outside."
Chen Yang put his phone down. His calm gaze followed Yang Hu's direction and landed on Wu Chen.
At that moment, Wu Chen had one hand in his pocket and was running the other through his buzz cut. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, finally revealing a warm smile.
He's handsome and rugged. At the same time, very pretentious.
Chen Yang was amused but also intrigued. Setting aside the man's pretense, he could tell he had a robust aura, brimming with vigor and a sharp, deadly edge. He was clearly a man who had been tempered on the battlefield.
A true man of iron.
