...Who is that?

Zhuo Huan subconsciously walked forward half a step.

In a coffee shop.

The old man took a tissue and wiped his tears clean. He smiled reluctantly: "Evan, I've heard that the plane that fell into Boston Bay half a year ago was found, and the NTSB is investigating it. But I didn't expect that your child has come too, and I'll meet you here. Sorry, I just remembered that. Don't worry, I'm fine, it's been more than four years."

Fucheng: "Uncle Vince, I was surprised to see you. I haven't told you that after returning from Boston last time, I didn't continue working on the airline. I was transferred to an air crash investigation organization."

"Air crash investigation organization?" the old man exclaimed, "Is it because of Roger 318 that you joined such an organization?"

"It has nothing to do with Rogue 318."

Vince Presley smiled, because of the crying just now, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's great to see you. After Amy was gone, if you hadn't been to come to see me, I would probably not be able to hold on."

The author has something to say:

Lina: Think about the benefits, Reid, Fucheng really has a crush on you, I promise.

Zhuo Anxu: Hehe.
Chapter completed!