After the convoy stopped, the car doors opened one after another, and many bodyguards stepped out.
The door of the car in the middle was the last to open, because it carried Wang Hong and the old Mr. Wang.
The car door opened, and Wang Hong, along with the old Mr. Wang who was leaning on a cane, stepped out together.
"Grandpa!"
"Old Mr. Wang!"
Upon seeing the old Mr. Wang, Wang Qingyue immediately called out warmly and walked over.
Chen Yang also greeted them and followed along.
"Haha, Qingyue, little friend Chen Yang."
Hearing their voices, the old Mr. Wang smiled and happily greeted the two.
"Grandpa! What brings you here?" Wang Qingyue asked curiously as she approached.
The old Mr. Wang smiled faintly: "Didn't your brother or little friend Chen Yang tell you?"
Wang Qingyue shook her head: "No, yesterday they were being all secretive. I don't know anything; I didn't even realize you were coming."
