After messing around with Jiajia for a while, suddenly, a car horn blared from outside.
Wang Lan was standing by the window on the second floor when an extended Huadragon luxury business car slowly approached.
"Do we have visitors today?" Wang Lan stepped out onto the balcony. The luxury car came to a stop in the parking area outside his aunt's villa. The door opened, and an elderly man with a full head of white hair stepped out.
The old man looked very old, at least in his seventies or eighties. He held a cane with a dragon head made of pure gold and was dressed in a light grey suit, his leather shoes polished to a shiny black.
His silver hair was meticulously combed, and the gold-framed glasses on his face made him look extraordinarily refined and learned. From every angle, this old man's identity was clearly anything but ordinary.
