Because there was no checked luggage, Wang Jike walked out five minutes after his flight arrived on the flight number.
Wang Jike lived up to his "bad reputation." Although he was already in his sixties, his back was straighter than a young man 's, and his every step was measured with a ruler. It felt like the distance between his steps was exactly the same.
He was wearing a Black Casual outfit that was well-ironed, and he was carrying a small black suitcase.
Wang Qiang was very clear that his hair was even darker and lustier than Wang Qiang 's. After all, his father would dye his black hair every year.
"Dad, I'm here to get you a box." Wang Qiang immediately ran up and said in a flattering tone.
"No need," Wang Jike frowned and refused.
Wang Qiang felt guilty, but he immediately said,"Dad, let me introduce you. Actually, we've all met before. This is my friend Liu ..."
