The people followed Su Qingfeng's eyes. They didn't know when an old man with grey hair and straight nose was born in front of Su Qingfeng.
The old man was in a suit uniform, with a crutch on his hand and a pair of gold glasses on his nose. He looked not like a businessman, but like a gentleman from medieval oil paintings.
When he heard Su Qingfeng's words, he blinked. Those deep brown pupils were full of wisdom and mystery.
I only heard a series of fluent Chinese spoken from the old man's mouth.
The standard degree of language pronunciation, even