C1241 Public Identity

Tonight, the Presidential Palace could be said to be very lively, with colorful neon lights shining everywhere, and the maids were busy greeting the guests who had come.

"Little Jun, long time no see!"

A middle-aged man about sixty years old walked over to Qiao Jun with a smile.

"Uncle Xie, long time no see. How have you been?"

Qiao Jun grabbed the middle-aged man's hand