C439 Cold

A swarm of journalists had encircled a white-haired foreigner, their microphones like thorns, rendering him completely immobile.

Nearby, a group of young women waved various signs, furiously yelling at the elderly man.

"What in the world is going on here?" Chen Zhixuan wondered aloud, instructing Zhuang Chen to pull over so he could get a closer look.

Once Zhuang Chen returned