"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Weiwei has been in Su City and received so much care from all of you."
Yan Feng smiled kindly, his demeanor gentle.
From his appearance, this elderly man we sometimes 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 seemed to pause slightly on Meng Lang…
"Not at all, it is Weiwei who takes care of us," Lin Haitang said politely with a smile.
"You are... Haitang, right? I remember 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 become even more lovely."
"It's me, Uncle Yan, I can't believe you still remember me."
