He remembered why this face felt familiar to him.
This young man bore a strong resemblance to Zhao Xilai, the assistant to the Dadu District councilor back in the day, though their temperaments were markedly different.
The young man now looked very dejected and lifeless, with little vitality and spirit.
Qi Mo, hugging a computer case, followed the rescuer into a special cabin; there were dedicated rest cabins on the Source Energy Boat reserved for high-value rescuers.
As they parted, Qi Mo suddenly spoke up, "Sorry... I have a question."
The young man who led the way turned back in silence.
"Is your surname Zhao?"
"..."
The young man with no hint of enthusiasm on his face did not answer the question; he merely paused for a second, somewhat bewildered, and reassessed the person in front of him.
Instead, a passing volunteer smiled and spoke for him, "Mr. Qi Mo, isn't it? Rest easy here. Zhao Qi is a bit of a quiet one, not good with words, but he's a good person."
"..."
