"Uncle Huang, long time no see. How have you been?"
Hearing that familiar greeting, Huang Tao couldn't help but shiver slightly. He turned and looked at Chen Fei's face, which he hadn't seen for a long time, and was somewhat moved with excitement. He said, "Mr. Chen, indeed, it's been a long time. I've been well, and you? You still look the same."
In fact, more than three years had passed. Though he refused to accept the passage of time, he now had quite a few more gray hairs. Although he was still vigorous, he was indeed older than he was three years ago—over fifty now.
However, despite more than three years having passed, Mr. Chen Fei's appearance today seemed not much different from before, and he even looked a bit younger.
This seemingly unchanged appearance made Huang Tao silently marvel. Chen Fei, Mr. Chen, was no doubt a god-like figure in his eyes. Such skills were indeed impressive.
