“Stop bragging! I’ll make a copy for you. In a while, my dad...”Jiang Ruxue didn’t believe Meng Jingtian’s mumbling. She took the documents in his hands and organized them before getting up to make a copy.
Just as she got up and turned around, she couldn’t help but be stunned. Her whole body stiffened as she shouted, “Dad!”
It was a middle-aged man who was neatly dressed. Even when the end of the world was approaching, he still exuded a sense of calmness. He looked young, like he was only in his thirties, but in reality, he was already fifty-two years old.
“My guess is correct. You are related to the alien who left this meteorite behind, right? Or are you an alien?”The middle-aged man walked in and questioned Meng Jingtian.
It was not the first time Meng Jingtian met Jiang Ruxue’s father, but it was the first time the two of them had such a serious confrontation.
