Gu Mohan and Tang Mo'er lifted their heads. A private jet was in the sky, with a gold alphabet 'A' embossed on it. It was luxurious and filled everyone with awe.
It was Country A's president's private jet.
Lu Yeming was here.
The private jet landed and the cabin door opened. A group of personnel dressed in black uniforms came out, followed by Fan Men. Fan Men stood aside and an imposing figure appeared from the shadows of the entrance.
It was Lu Yeming!
As time passed, Lu Yeming's facial features became even more distinct. He wore a white shirt with black trousers, the classic outfit of men who wielded power. As he walked down the staircase, he looked over in their direction. The three years spent in politics and wielding great power had made him even more mature. His pupils were clear and his eyes were just like two whirlpools that could suck in one's soul.
