Exchanges of War

It had been three years since their last meeting, and Yerif appeared more mature.

Whether it was the beard or his face, everything was quite different from the handsome prince before, and he seemed to be getting a beer belly.

The old king was aging day by day, and he, the crown prince, was gradually being pushed forward as the representative of the country to the world. As he worked to become a qualified heir, the edges and corners on him were gradually being erased through all the different meetings and negotiations.

"Long time no see, my dear friend!"

Yerif greeted Jiang Chen with open arms and gave him a warm hug.

"Long time no see," Jiang Chen smiled, and gestured to the room next to him, "Please this way."

There were many people in the banquet hall, which was not suitable for discussions.

Before they entered the banquet hall, Jiang Chen invited this old friend to the reception room downstairs in the name of catching up.