Lin Fei looked up and found the speaker to be around thirty, but he was wearing a black Zhongshan suit not suitable for his age.
For someone else of his age, wearing a Zhongshan suit would only appear old-fashioned and out of place.
However, this man wore the Zhongshan suit with restraint, stability, and even possessed an aura that made him seem highly admirable.
The man in the Zhongshan suit had jet-black hair, neat and tidy, with striking eyebrows, and his eyes carried a clear and bright spirit.
This was a man with an extraordinary aura.
The man in the Zhongshan suit looked at Lin Fei and showed a slight smile on his face, but his voice, even with the smile, carried the coldness and authority of someone in a superior position: "Brother, could you let me have the calligraphy work in your hand?"
Although he asked Lin Fei to let him have the calligraphy work, his tone carried not a hint of plea, rather it sounded like an order for Lin Fei to hand it over.
