As soon as Li Jun got out of the car, he saw dozens of people standing silently under the Huaxia Country's flag.
He stood dumbfounded at a distance, unable to help recalling what his grandfather had told him as a child.
In the far East, there is a country whose national pride and patriotic fervor surpass everything.
Seeing the solemn and reverent expressions of Huo Sining and her group, Li Jun was also somewhat moved.
If this is the Huaxia Nation, then his blood also flows the same blood as these people, but why doesn't he have such strong emotions? As a Chinese descendant growing up abroad, what else is missing besides a sense of belonging?
A group of people stood under the national flag saluting, an act that attracted the attention of many around.
Huo Sining glanced around and finally sighed lightly, "Elder Zhu, let's go inside first."
Elder Zhu nodded, saying nothing, and everyone carried their boxes, following Huo Sining towards the venue.
