Old Acquaintance

When Chris heard this voice, his face looked delighted.

He stared at the big man in front of him with his face constantly alert, and with one hand he still pulled Merry to move towards the source of the sound.

But after two steps, he felt that something was strange.

The voice belongs to Jean.

But why didn't he call out his name?!

Glen? Who is it?

Chris gradually frowned, following the voice, and saw the crowd step aside. Then he saw the figure of Jean pacing.

Chris turned his head to look at the big man again and narrowed his eyes dangerously. He also looked at the crowd.

He doesn't know what's going on, but since Jean is calling his name directly, maybe it's an old acquaintance, or... an old enemy.

Thinking of this, Chris took Merry and walked towards Jean quickly. When he stood still, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his. "Your acquaintance?"