He carried only a simple suitcase, wearing sunglasses as he walked through the airport. His tall and straight stature, along with the noble aura he exuded, drew frequent glances from onlookers.
Exiting the hall, he took off his glasses and looked up at the clear blue sky, feeling inexplicably good, a smile curling the corners of his mouth.
A man dressed in a suit and shoes stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Are you Mr. Rong?"
"Mhm," he nodded lightly. No further explanation was needed; the powerful presence he radiated alone was enough to confirm his identity to the other person.
The man quickly plastered a smile on his face, becoming even more reverent as he said, "Hello, Mr. Rong. I am Xiaowang, the person in charge of picking you up. You can call me directly for anything, I'm available 24 hours to serve you."
He presented a business card with both hands. Rong Shaoze took it, glanced at it, and memorized the phone number straight away.
