Yang Fei stood motionless, looking stern and iron-blooded, but he began to feel flustered internally.
"Does Helen's visit to Huaxia mean that the Greenfield Commonwealth has formally established diplomatic relations with Huaxia?"
Thinking about Queen Helen's belly, with the seed he planted, Yang Fei felt a sense of utter absurdity.
Carrying the power of a nation and bringing a child to find the father, such a crazy thing, only Helen could pull off.
After a few days apart, Helen seemed to have become even more beautiful.
Her face carried a few extra touches of maternal sanctity, making her appear more noble and elegant.
She saw Yang Fei at a glance, and her gaze became even gentler as she slightly smiled and walked towards the welcoming personnel amidst the crowd.
What followed were various tedious and complicated diplomatic ceremonies. Helen got into the car, and the convoy slowly made its way to the State Guesthouse.
