Just thinking about it, Wharton felt sorry for them. He couldn't help but think of his classmates, friends, and neighbors in Saint Louis, and felt a little sad.
If he had known it earlier, he would have invited them to go back to Central Country with him. At the thought of this, Wharton couldn't help smiling and shaking his head.
How could it be possible?
Most of them were born and raised in the Lihe Country. If he had invited him, they wouldn't have come with him. Maybe they would even scold him for being an idiot.
Not to mention that when they retreat diasporas at that time, they had to check their identity. Even if they wanted to follow them, they might not be able to get on the plane. This was the arrangement of fate.
Thinking of this, Wharton couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.
Being echoed by the two people, the fat man also felt that his emotional reaction was too great, so he immediately sighed.