Yin Ruijue stopped smiling and became serious.
"This old man has retired for so many years. Isn't it good to enjoy his old age? He's so restless and has to worry about everything. It's already 9102. Does he still think that this is the era where he dominated the world decades ago? Doesn't he know how many years he can last?"
Her words carried a hint of overstepping. There was a hint that the old man wouldn't live for long, but it was the truth.
Even though the old man could live to a ripe old age, they were still very young.
They were the successors of socialism.
Bo Jinchuan was expressionless and so was Shen Fanxing.
It was as if she didn't understand what Old Master meant.
Bo Yuelin led Old Master Bo forward. The reporters followed behind him, trying to get more information.
In the end, as they got closer to the security team, the old man stopped and looked at them coldly.
