Whereas Jiang Chuan naturally paid more attention to this Wu Zhenchuan.
This Wu Zhenchuan, about fifty years old, had a proud demeanor in the face of the wind, particularly those bright and piercing eyes.
Yet in his gaze, there was an endless arrogance.
When he looked at Jiang Chuan, his eyes were scornful, showing a superior stance.
Apparently, he didn't regard Jiang Chuan at all.
Because he hadn't even heard of where a Mr. Jiang had come running from.
And he saw Jiang Chuan dressed plainly, with a calm demeanor, looking just like an ordinary person.
So, how could he hold him in high esteem?
So, when Zhao Peng brought Jiang Chuan over, the others stood up to greet him with cheerful smiles.
Only he sat in his original position, arrogantly, without moving at all.
Zhao Peng appeared slightly embarrassed, but this Wu Zhenchuan was not someone he could offend.
One could say that Zhao Peng reaching this point, Zhao Zhenchuan's help was significant.
