"Ladies and gentlen, welco! Weiwei has been in Su City and received so much care from all of you."
Yan Feng smiled kindly, his deanor gentle.
From his appearance, this elderly man we sotis hear from Weiwei’s mouth was indeed not young.
Compared to Weiwei’s age, it was clear that he was a classic case of "fathering a child late in life."
No wonder he had pinned all his hopes for the family business on Weiwei.
Yan Feng’s gaze swept over everyone, and it seed to pause slightly on ng Lang...
"Not at all, it is Weiwei who takes care of us," Lin Haitang said politely with a smile.
"You are... Haitang, right? I rember you visited our house back when Weiwei was in high school; that was in Beijing.
It’s been six or seven years, hasn’t it? In the blink of an eye, you’ve grown into a beautiful young lady and have beco even more lovely."
"It’s , Uncle Yan, I can’t believe you still rember ."
"Of course, Weiwei doesn’t have many friends, and there are even fewer she always talks about. I didn’t expect to et again in Su City; it must be fate. This must be Xiao Yu, right? What a cutie."
After reminiscing with a beaming smile, Yan Feng naturally shifted his gaze to ng Lang.
"And who is this?"
"Oh! My na is ng Lang, ’ng’ as in Cao ngde, ’Lang’ as in ride the winds and waves. Just a simple guy with a bag, Master Yan, I’ve long admired you!" ng Lang said, his face harmlessly smiling.
Yan Feng scrutinized ng Lang from head to toe. Apart from Fan Shigang, ng Lang was the only male companion Weiwei had brought back this ti.
Given that Weiwei had never brought a boyfriend ho to et her parents before, his sudden appearance without any prior notice naturally made him think twice.
But upon examining, ng Lang looked very ordinary—average appearance, plain clothes, and his stature was clearly not that of soone who had trained in martial arts.
He doesn’t fit her usual type, does he?
Could he really just be a simple guy with a bag?
This girl... isn’t she plotting sothing tricky again?
"Alright, are you planning to chat here all day? We’ve been driving for so long, we’re all tired."
Seeing Yan Feng scrutinizing ng Lang, Weiwei couldn’t help but step forward to block his line of sight.
This was her secret weapon, and she couldn’t let the old man know about it in advance.
The previous agreent had been made under the assumption that she couldn’t make it to the top. If he were to break the deal, wouldn’t all her efforts be wasted?
"Hehe, true, I’ve already booked a banquet at the hotel to welco everyone. Please, everyone, to the car, Xiao Fan."
"Master!" Fan Shigang hurriedly stepped forward, bowing respectfully to Yan Feng.
"Hmm! You’ve worked hard on this trip. Your master arrived at the hotel just this afternoon too. Let’s go; you can ride with ."
Weiwei’s eyes flashed with caution, throwing a warning look at Fan Shigang before joining everyone in one of the luxurious 7-seater MPVs.
Fan Shigang inwardly groaned.
"Xiao Fan, I really had no hopes for this trip, but how did you convince Weiwei to co? Tell all about it..."
Indeed, as soon as the car started, Yan Feng inside began to inquire about the specifics of their trip to Su City, particularly details about ng Lang.
Fan Shigang dared not offend Yan Feng, but he couldn’t afford to offend Weiwei or ng Lang either.
After all, he had sworn an oath...
He could only choose to share "information that could be disclosed for now," keeping tight-lipped about what had happened at the boxing gym.
"You an, ng Lang is just a tenant of Weiwei’s, but also a suitor, and the two of them are quite close? Hmm... How close?" Yan Feng slightly narrowed his eyes.
"That..."
Fan Shigang hesitated for a mont, but seeing Yan Feng’s intense gaze across from him...
"Well... I’m not sure about the specifics, but definitely, ng Lang’s fingerprint is registered on the Yan family’s biotric lock..."
"Hmm?" Yan Feng’s old eyes widened.
What?!
Doesn’t that an he cos and goes as if it were his own ho?
Yan Feng’s expression imdiately darkened...
...
After about half an hour, everyone arrived at Tanglong International Hotel in South Anxi.
There, they t Kong Wu, Fan Shigang’s master, a tanned, rugged man in his fifties with short beard and impressive muscles that rivaled even Fan Shigang’s.
Despite his age, his muscular build was stunning.
Next to Kong Wu stood a gentle and fair young woman.
Based on Fan Shigang’s deferential behavior and how he addressed her, she must be the "Sister Kong" he had ntioned.
In a large, classically decorated private room, a spread of exquisitely crafted, dragon and phoenix carved dishes were quickly served before everyone.
The lavish accommodation and these dishes were clear indicators of the Yan family’s wealth and influence in the region.
"Haha! Weiwei, I’m so glad you finally ca, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief," Kong Wu, a man in his pri, but still full of vigor, laughed heartily.
"Yes, Sister Weiwei, my dad’s practically on the brink of retirent. He even started practicing with the hamr again. If you didn’t co, he might have had to step up, hehe!" the young Sister Kong giggled, covering her mouth.
"If Brother Kong were to compete, I’d think he’d be no less skilled than ."
"How could that be the sa? The climbing eting has always been a contest where younger disciples from various schools showcase their strength. For an old man like to step up, win or lose, it would be embarrassing!"
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