The person who was in front of Lola was none other than Olena. Unlike what she used to be when they met last time, she was looking at Lola with a flattering smile, which made her old face even more wrinkled, and in the dim light, she looked especially scary just like a ghost from a horror movie. Lola covered her chest, having not recovered from the shock yet. Even though she had known it was Olena, her heart was still pounding.
"Lola, you're finally back! I’ve been waiting here for so long that my legs are numb." Olena walked up to her on her cane and was about to hold her hand.
How come she’s so nice to me? Lola avoided her hand subconsciously and looked warily at her. "What are you doing here? How did you know my address?" She learned that Donald’s leaders attached great importance to
