Feng Fuce got into the car with his wife and child.
The bodyguard immediately closed the door and drove the car back.
Fen Linxing looked inside the iron box, there were soft seats and shining lights, very curious.
Bai Zhi'er sat next to Feng Fuce, and the old man's gaze fell on her, scrutinizing.
Feng Fuce took the initiative to introduce: "This is my wife, Lady Bai."
"Madam, this is the Master Zeng I just mentioned, the richest man in City B."
Bai Zhi'er was dignified and gracious, gentle and elegant: "Master Zeng, hello."
Master Zeng was flattered, filled with trepidation: "Oh, no, no, I thought I would never have the chance to see you again in this life."
"President Feng, I am eighty-seven years old this year, take a look, how many more years can I extend my life?"
Bai Zhi'er immediately looked at Feng Fuce.
No wonder, when she first saw this old man, she felt he was a dead man walking.
Judging by his appearance, he should have died twenty years ago.
