On Thursday morning, not long after an international flight from Milan, Italy landed at Binhai International Airport, two well-dressed foreign men walked out of the exit.
One of them was a young man in his twenties or thirties.
With a well-built figure, he stood at least one meter eighty-five, had a pair of deep blue eyes, a high nose bridge, a sexy omega-shaped chin, along with well-trimmed stubble and healthy wheat-colored skin.
This made him constantly exude masculine charm, causing many women to frequently steal glances at him.
Beside the young Caucasian man was an older handsome gentleman who bore a resemblance to him by three or four points, though slightly plump, with a protruding belly.
The young Caucasian man looked up at the pale blue sky with few clouds and asked worriedly in Italian, "Dad, can we succeed? This time, can my injury definitely recover?"
"It definitely can! Flavio, your injury will surely recover,"
