Stephen King still looked the way he had on the livestream: pale and thin, with a frail body that seemed almost ready to collapse.
For the sake of secrecy, he wore a black hat and black mask, revealing only his bloodshot eyes. His gaze was utterly exhausted, like a stray dog that had been chased by everyone, wary of the entire world.
With a female translator present, Song He was introduced to Stephen King. She then stood to the side and interpreted for both parties.
Stephen King hurriedly removed his hat and mask and shook Song He's hand.
"Mr. Song, hello. I... I didn't expect you to be so young!" Stephen King looked shocked.
"That journey must have been exhausting. Thanks for the effort!" Song He smiled. "Your whole family is safe now that you've arrived here. Please, sit down!"
Next came Stephen King's wife, the chemistry PhD Macaulay Judith. Unlike most married Western women, she had not taken her husband's surname, perhaps because she was the more dominant one in the marriage or came from a better family.
Judith was extremely curvaceous and hot, forming a stark contrast with her stick-thin husband. Four months pregnant, she was already showing, her lower abdomen slightly rounded.
"Hello, Mr. Song!" Judith's eyes immediately reddened. Tears began streaming down her face as she grabbed Song He's hand and shook it hard. "You're the only person in the entire world willing to take in our family! I don't know how to thank you!"
"It's not taking you in. It's employment. You and your husband are upright and talented people, and I need excellent employees." Song He comforted her. "Don't get yourself worked up and affect the baby. Please, sit down!"
Next came four elderly men and women—the couple's parents—all of them weeping tears of