The Han brothers were sizing up Li Hanzhou.
The man in front of them wore a black shirt and dress pants, the shirt smooth and wrinkle-free, the collar slightly open to reveal a delicate collarbone.
His skin was a cold white, his nose bridge high and straight, his body proportions perfect.
Even they, worldly as they were, had to admit that the man was very handsome. No wonder he could captivate Professor Qiao, just this face alone was enough to earn points in front of Professor Qiao.
Simultaneously, they all judged Li Hanzhou in their minds: Pah, pretty boy, shameless.
Li Hanzhou's face carried a careless smile, leisurely meeting their gaze, not the least bit intimidated by their scrutiny.
This calm and composed look did earn him some respect from them.
It wasn't easy for an ordinary person to withstand their intense scrutiny.
However, they didn't look for long before they shifted their attention; after all, Professor Qiao was the most important thing at the moment.
