The procession grandly made its way into the Di'ao Building, causing all the reporters who had been squatting at the edge of the flower beds to stand up. Their eyes brimmed with excitement as they fixed their gaze on the silver white Rolls-Royce Phantom in the middle of the convoy.
The license plate was covered, making it clear that the individual didn't want them to know more.
However, in Beicheng, if a license plate could be obscured and still move about unhindered, the person's identity must carry significant weight.
As everyone was momentarily mesmerized, Leng Youchen had already descended from the car and seated himself in a wheelchair. The man had a distinctly angular face imbued with a calm and stern demeanor, a stark contrast to the relaxed demeanor he had inside the car, where he had been eating a lollipop to relieve stress.
