"Who has entered the country? What's the fuss about?"
Lawrence frowned, looking at the other person with dissatisfaction. His mind was already a mess, and now this interruption was taking advantage of the situation.
"Someone named Ren Feng."
"Ren Feng?!"
Lawrence suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with fear, anger, excitement—all sorts of emotions mixed together.
"I didn't expect him to actually dare come back!"
Anger quickly appeared in Lawrence's eyes: "This time, I want you dead in the United States!"
...
Around nine at night, the plane had already landed at San Francisco airport.
Ren Feng walked off the plane, following the crowd out of the airport, immediately seeing someone holding a sign with his name on it.
"Are you Mr. Ren Feng?"
A black man in a suit spoke respectfully.
"Yes."
"Hello, please come with me."
The black man led the way in front, and Ren Feng followed him, quickly getting into a car.
"I will take you to see Ailin."
Ren Feng nodded.
