The "he" Han Shaobai was thinking of was, naturally, Chen Yang.
Zheng Xiaoman was indeed stunningly beautiful, as brilliant and captivating as a star. But Han Shaobai was in no mood to appreciate her beauty. His pupils contracted to pinpricks, staring intently at Chen Yang, who stood beside her.
There are some people you meet only once but never forget for the rest of your life.
For Han Shaobai, Chen Yang was one such person.
Chen Yang noticed him too and flashed a wide grin in his direction.
A chill ran down Han Shaobai's spine, and he clenched his teeth tightly.
"President Zheng, that is Han Shaobai, a disciple of our Martial Association's Protector Ye Nantian! He is a standout among our younger generation and one of the key people responsible for establishing the new branch in Lingjin City," Jia Guangping introduced, holding his head high with an air of vicarious pride.
Zheng Xiaoman nodded, then asked with curiosity, "Is he very strong?"
