C245 In the End the Old People Have Returned to Their Old Places

It was 12 o'clock at noon.

Xiaoguo, who had just gotten off the latest plane to Africa, was holding his son's hand with one hand and a suitcase in the other.

"Hmm? I think I saw you? " Xiaoguo stopped in his tracks, put down his hand that was dragging his luggage, and looked at a man not far away who was dressed in casual clothes that cultivated his body, standing tall and straight