Jing Yunzhao stared at Li Tianyi with excitement.
This man seemed to be a little different from what others had described to her. He did not look like a gentle scholar. On the contrary, she saw that he was indeed a gloomy person.
He had a very eye-catching face, and his eyes were long and thin. She could imagine that he must have looked very handsome when he smiled. However, his bones were bony, and he was so thin that he did not look like a human. His face was pale and his eyes were a little cold. His hands were on his numb legs, and he did not react at all. Even when he saw her, it was as if he did not know her.
Not only that, he looked a little old. He was clearly only in his forties, but he looked like he was in his fifties or sixties.
Li Wenbo walked in front of him and found a seat to sit down.
"Your name is Yun Zhao, right?" Li Wenbo didn't mention his surname and only asked indifferently.