Ren Zhong watched as the staff gently pushed Qian Wangshen's wheelchair out.
At the passageway, Zhuo Yihang gently reminded, "Minister Zheng, let's go. We need to finish our work quickly."
Zheng Tian nodded slightly, continued walking forward, and turned to look at the person beside her.
Zhuo Yihang's temples were already graying, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were becoming more pronounced.
Zheng Tian, on the other hand, looked much better, resembling someone in their early twenties on Earth.
When Zhuo Yihang first joined Ren Zhong, he was just a young lad, even younger than Zheng Tian.
Zheng Tian had met him once, had a little interaction, and remembered somewhat this young man with a difficult fate but decent ambition.
Time flew by, and over twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye. Now, her youth remained, while the other seemed to have aged quickly, inevitably making one feel sentimental.
