Rong Nian got into Old Feng's car, and as the vehicle left the city hall, it smoothly merged onto the main road.
The two of them sat in the back seat while Old Feng asked about Rong Nian's recent circumstances and exclaimed, "You've changed quite a bit. If it weren't for your face, which hasn't changed, I would have barely recognized you."
Rong Nian's smile was very faint, "Master, you've also changed a lot."
"I've gotten old. I don't have the energy I used to have. Back in the day when I was leading you rookies, I could make you all cry with a single breath. Now I can't even muster the strength to scold anyone," Old Feng said.
A deeper smile appeared on the corners of Rong Nian's lips. He said, "You are still in your prime and could lead another team of rookies."
Old Feng laughed and waved his hand dismissively, "Can't do it, can't do it. When I retire, at most I might be able to look after my grandson."
