When Lin Zhenghui and the others deplaned,
at the airport exit, they saw his father and his assistant, who had personally come to pick them up.
Lin Zongquan's secretary assistant wasn't a woman, but a man.
He appeared to be in his early thirties, a capable little helper, not one bit inferior to Xue'er.
"Son, you must be tired from the journey, come on, Dad will take you back to the village," Lin Zongquan knew he wouldn't return to the villa in the city district.
The tourist resort in the mountain village was his favorite place.
"Young Master, let me carry the luggage," the male secretary came over to help push the luggage.
In the parking lot, there was a stretched, bulletproof Rolls-Royce and a stretched Buick SUV.
They put the luggage in the SUV and got into the stretched Redman brand car.
"This little car, your mom had it custom-made for you, bulletproof, over 500 million Yuan, it was air-shipped back just a few days ago," Lin Zongquan said while sitting in the car.
