"Weiguo, where are you going, all wrapped up like that? Are you sending something back home?"
In an aviation research institute in Capital City, Su Zhichen saw his good friend and colleague He Weiguo about to go out and couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.
"No, not sending things. My younger sister has come to Capital City, I'm going to see her."
He Weiguo had a bit of a generational legacy in his appearance, resembling his grandfather the most with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and at a height of 184 cm, he looked like a delicate mixed-blood prince.
He wore a white short-sleeve shirt paired with deep blue suit trousers, and his somewhat worn black leather shoes were polished to a shine.
His whole persona was handsomer than a movie star, crucially, the refinement and cultivation that seemed to emanate from his bones made it immediately apparent that he was an exceptionally cultured and promising young man.
"Your younger sister? He Weihong?"
