Chen Rou was taken aback at first, but then immediately realized: "Him?"
He added, "But I've never heard of them having a vacation quota or booking plane tickets. How did they get here?"
Song Yuanchao said, "It should be one of the newly purchased medium-sized ships. They can sail long distances and have registered international routes. I guess they were on rotation in the Philippines, so they brought it back."
Chen Rou turned and ran towards the villa area, asking as she ran, "Has he already entered? How did he get in? Did the reporters manage to take any pictures? Who was so bold as to bring him? This could cause a media crisis. We need to inform the boss."
Upon hearing that Chen Rou was running, Song Yuanchao quickly said, "Don't worry, it shouldn't be a big problem."
He added, "It was an internal tea party. The Commander's car was parked right in front of the villa, and... let me put it this way, I didn't even recognize him at first glance, but... the old man must be very happy!"
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Although Nie Rong had three sons, he had personally raised only one of them. The only one who rode on his shoulders and peed on his back was also the only son in the world who could be called an old-fashioned person to his face, and who would just laugh at him no matter what. The reason he loved him and couldn't let go of him was because he had given that child enough love.
Liang Lisheng would always subtly warn him, saying that the brothers' discord always stemmed from the old man.
After stepping down and reflecting calmly, Nie Rong had to admit that he was indeed too biased and indulgent towards Nie Yao, giving him expectations and promises that were beyond his capabilities, which ultimately led to the shattering of his dreams and plunged him into misery.
After that parting on Lantau Island, he thought Nie Yao would die, and he almost couldn't recover.
If Nie Yao hadn't survived, and if his articles hadn't been published in newspapers across mainland China, making him proud of the pseudonym 'Glory', he wouldn't have had this trip to the mainland.
Although he came, he knew that Nie Yao was in the Philippines and had no chance of returning, nor did he expect to see him.
But at this moment, it was like a dream so beautiful it was unbelievable; he saw Nie Yao.
His skin had darkened considerably, and he had become much more robust. He wore an old-fashioned green uniform, unlike other soldiers who had badges or stars on their shoulders and hats; his uniform was bald. Three pens were tucked side by side in his shirt pocket, and he held a notebook in his hand. He sat behind his leader with his eyes lowered, taking notes.
He sat there in the corner, like someone from half a century ago, with his eyes downcast, scribbling away with his pen.
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