The man wasn't wearing a hat or a mask.
He seemed to have just come from a business meeting, dressed in a suit that was both slim-fitting and exquisitely tailored, with meticulously ironed black trousers enveloping his long legs.
He fiddled with a silver lighter on his fingertips, completely ignoring the onlookers all around him.
Since several black-clad bodyguards stood guard behind him, no one dared to take photos.
However, everyone was especially excited and thrilled to see Mr. President in person.
But the man's aura was so overpowering that no one dared to scream, let alone approach him for conversation.
Ming Yao watched the ostentatious man and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.
"President Ming, the person outside is Mr. President, isn't it?" a doctor asked curiously.
Mr. President had arrived but didn't enter the hospital. What was he here for?
Ming Yao shook her head, "He probably just looks like him!"
