The voice of an unfamiliar man diverted Wu Xiaojun's attention from his loud wailing.
He looked up to see a man of about thirty, tall and handsome. The brand of his clothes was indiscernible, but they hung on him with a distinguished air. A trimmed full beard added to his mature, masculine charm.
He glanced at the man, then back at his sister. What in the world is going on? My sister has friends like this? I've never seen him before.
"May I ask who you are?" he asked, his tone suddenly polite, sensing the man was no ordinary person.
Sun Dasheng clapped Wu Xiaojun on the shoulder with a look of admiration. "I've often heard Xiaoli mention she has a handsome little brother. Now that I see you in person, I realize she was being modest. You're not just a handsome young man; you're a real stud."
Flattery like that made Wu Xiaojun feel as if he were walking on air. "And you are, big brother?"
