Lin Tian felt strange, this was his first time coming to a place like Ziwei Garden, how could anyone know him?
He turned around and looked back, seeing a young man standing outside the pavilion. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, not wearing a suit, just a white shirt with no tie, which was rare in Ziwei Garden where everyone dressed formally.
The man's standing posture was quite different from ordinary people, with a straight back, head held high, chest out, hands naturally placed at the sides of his thighs, speaking with a very serious expression. His hair was very short, standing straight like steel needles, eyes bright under his sword-like brows.
This was an impressive and heroic man; Lin Tian saw some military traits in him, yet Lin Tian did not know him.
"Were you calling me just now?" Lin Tian asked the unfamiliar man.
"I heard those people calling you Lin Tian, if you are Lin Tian, then yes, I was calling you." The man replied very bluntly.
