Both Chen Xiaolian and Roddy walked out from the airport and reached the outside area. They were just about to flag down a cab when two Caucasian males in suits moved over.
“Excuse me, are you two Mr Chen Xiaolian and Mr Roddy?”
One of them, a brown haired fellow said while looking at Chen Xiaolian. There were two photos in his hand. Surprisingly, those two photos were Chen Xiaolian and Roddy’s passport photos.
From the way they were attired, in suits and the way they were talking, it was obvious that these two men were government servants.
Chen Xiaolian was surprised by this. He knitted his brows and asked, “What is it? Haven’t the issued been settled? Did you chase us all the way from San Francisco to New York?”
