"This, this is not, not Sean Smith!" one of his subordinates said with certainty.
He pointed at the man's face and said, "I remember very clearly, the corners of Sean Smith's eyes turn up a bit more, and this person, his eyes are so dull, his facial muscles are also somewhat sagging. Look at his shoulders; Sean Smith's shoulders are very straight, but this man looks listless. Who... who exactly is he?"
The driver also got out of the car.
"How exactly do you conduct your business?" Samuel Smith's father angrily said to the driver.
"We, we did indeed follow the intel and lurked at the airport," the driver stammered, "and I've been calling him Mr. Smith, and he didn't object."
"I indeed have the last name Smith, but I am not the 'Sean' you are talking about!" the man retorted angrily, "I'm just a businessman. I'm about to go to the hotel for a business discussion; why did you inexplicably bring me here?"
