C2303 Thirdclass Room

Under the astonished gazes of those around him, Kafman rushed forward and enveloped Ye Hong in a firm embrace.

"Night head..."

Just as Kafman was about to speak, he caught the look in Ye Hong's eyes.

He instantly grasped the unspoken message and suppressed his initial address, smiling instead. "Mr. Ye, it's been a while."

Although his accent wasn't perfect