Liu Zhizhong said nothing, took off his disguised baseball cap, revealing Chi Zhongshui's face, and dashed forward.
Ye Tianming, equally excited, completely lost his bigshot demeanor and, smiling broadly like a child, raced over. Oh!
His steps, definitely not as steady as usual. Seeing Liu Zhizhong again, he couldn't hold back.
Only his minimalist dark shirt, trousers, and black leather shoes exuded the aura of the mysterious bigshot in charge of intelligence security at Great East Pot.
At the entrance of Liu Zhizhong's villa, the golden sunset of Wale Republic in September had a dreamy softness, draping over the stone steps.
A gentle breeze caressed the little garden in front of the villa and the roadside flowers and plants, seemingly creating a warm atmosphere for this reunion.
