All eyes turned to one spot—a young man dressed in strange and flamboyant attire, leaning back nonchalantly in a chair, with his legs crossed and fingers constantly digging into his nostrils. He then casually flicked them away as if nothing had happened.,This little storm passed, but Wang Lin deeply etched this young man into his mind.,From the young man's facial expression and movements, it doesn't seem like the latter case.。