In the grand and imposing study at Mike's home, Helen Blair stared stunned at the tall figure with snow-white hair and a kind smile, and wise eyes before her. It took her a long time to come to her senses.
Although she had already guessed some things beforehand, the sight before her eyes still gave Helen a sense of shock.
Mike, who was beside her, gave her a little nudge and said with a smile, "Helen, this is my grandpa. Oh my god, what is that expression on your face? If someone else saw it, they would think you had seen an alien!"
Old Mr. Buffett across from them laughed heartily and said, "Mike, is that your way of saying your grandpa looks like a strange alien?"
Mike hurriedly chuckled, "My dear grandpa, I never meant that at all. Even if you were an alien, you'd be the cutest ET alien."
Old Mr. Buffett laughed heartily again, looking very pleased. He looked at Helen and said, "Is this the friend you were talking about?"