C616 You Call This a Prosthesis?(2)

Zhang Ze glanced at him. It had been some time since they'd last met, and the guy had matured noticeably—his hairline was even starting to recede.

"Wang Yang, I'm bringing you in on a deal with the military. Your old man won't have any objections, will he?" Zhang Ze inquired.

"No way!" Wang Yang dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand, "Since my dad passed the company to me