Accompanied by Auntie Cui, who ran to open the gate, the Elder Chief stood by the window, suddenly bereft of all reaction.
An elderly man in his nineties, his hair completely white, was being supported by someone on one side while leaning on a cane, appeared in sight.
Despite his slightly unsteady steps, the old man's back was still straight as a pine, his expression naturally commanding respect, with an air of stern integrity.
The elderly man walked slowly, and before he reached the door, Jiang Mingda had already set out to greet him.
At the door, upon seeing Jiang Mingda, the old man's hands trembled as he reached out.
Jiang Mingda hurried forward, exclaiming, "Elder Wen, is that you? What brings you here?"
Wen Zhengguo was ninety-one years old that year, having dedicated his entire life to the nation, bearing many scars of old wounds.
He used to be Jiang Mingda's direct superior, and though their ages were more than twenty years apart, their bond had grown strong over time.
