An unmanned private car immediately started up and drove slowly towards him.
Ye Qian was about to meet it, but the security guard at the door, whose face had already lost all color and had been worn thin, caught up with heavy steps, struggling to say: "Ye Qian... you have... a visitor..."
"!!!" Ye Qian's eyes lit up instantly, and he turned back to shout, "Qingming?? Qing Yi???"
However, he did not see either of them.
All he saw was a similarly frail man stepping out of the communication room. Despite dragging a stiff and blackened arm, he still wore a decent suit and tried hard to stand up straight, offering Ye Qian a strained smile.
"Sorry to disappoint you."
"..." Ye Qian froze for a long while before moving forward, "Uncle? How come... why..."
