Cheng ZhenGuo returned home, accompanied by three other people. Two of them were quite young, in their twenties, and the other was in his forties.
This man was short and tough-looking, with eyes that sparkled with keenness. Although small and thin, his aura was strong, comparable to that of Cheng ZhenGuo, overshadowing the two young men behind him.
Mrs. Cheng hurried out to greet them, glanced at her husband, and when she saw Cheng ZhenGuo give her a barely perceptible nod, she looked at the three people with a hopeful expression.
"Please come in!" Mrs. Cheng said with a beaming smile as she ushered them inside.
The leader, the man in his forties, held his head slightly high, his face appearing indifferent. Although not overt, there was an obvious haughtiness, mirrored by the two young men behind him, who also behaved arrogantly.
Only in front of Cheng ZhenGuo, their leader, did they restrain themselves a little; otherwise, they would have been even more arrogant.
