Having spent less than half an hour with Zhang Xiang'er, Qian Quan had already gotten a good grasp of his personality.
In terms of high EQ, he appeared frivolous on the surface but had his own depth.
In terms of low EQ, he was a privileged playboy, born with a silver spoon, ignorant of the world's suffering. Rich and spoiled, his martial skills led him to think he could dominate the world; he treated life like a game.
The dislike was certainly not an issue. After all, with his background, the perseverance to train so hard distinguished him from 99% of his peers.
He could have easily lived a life of luxury, surrounded by wine, women, and songs.
As long as he did something remotely productive with his family's wealth, the elders would consider him a promising young man, not a wasteful young heir.
"Enough idle chatter. Tell me, did you notice anything when you were doing physiognomy on me?" Zhang Xiang'er asked Qian Quan.