This man's expression was kind, but his eyes revealed a keen intelligence.
He approached the carriage and smiled, "Zhao Xingwen, advisor of the Xie Mansion, invites Mr. Ximen to enter for a discussion."
Li Yuan nodded in agreement, then alighted from the carriage, saying, "Thank you."
Zhao Xingwen looked at him with great interest, having already heard about this man's manner from the servants, and could roughly guess this strong man's character—cold as ice, with a cleanliness obsession.
But a person who is "as cold as ice" without strength would only be a joke.
And a man with a cleanliness obsession without power would make others think him effeminate.
Clearly, this man was neither.
The chilling aura he emanated made even Zhao Xingwen feel cold to the bone.
And his formidable physique and strength could be felt clearly just by standing next to him.
For some reason, Zhao Xingwen suddenly felt anticipation for this person to become the son-in-law.
Why?
