Airport, at the exit.
Standing at the front is a middle-aged man wearing glasses and an executive jacket, slightly chubby.
Qi Yun had previously seen a photo of this person online, so he already knew his identity.
A 36-year-old Deputy T-level Executive Vice Minister, two years younger than Zhang Dayong, a rarity nationwide.
The young Xiao Hao approached him and softly called, "Dad."
The middle-aged man nodded, seeing his son was okay, his long-held concern finally eased.
You Wenlan walked over and whispered a few words, the middle-aged man looked up at Qi Yun, enthusiastically extended his hand: "Mr. Qi, thank you very much for saving the two children."
Qi Yun also extended his hand to shake: "Haha, it was nothing, you can just call me Qi Yun."
The middle-aged man patted Qi Yun's arm, smiling: "My name is Shao Yuewen, I should be a few years older than you, so I'll call you Brother Qi."
He stepped aside to introduce the others to Qi Yun, "This is Xiao Qing's father..."
