Feng Lin smiled as he raised an eyebrow, "You care about face, dare you not listen to Director Zhao?"
"You..."
Zhang Yinli slammed the table forcefully.
"Feng Lin, this is where you're wrong, after all, he's an elder."
Zhao Congming's voice also turned severe.
Mu Ran had been sitting here all along, looking down at her phone.
Actually, she wished her sister could marry the person she liked.
But her mom was usually so formidable that she didn't dare contradict her.
"Sit down, might as well eat something, since someone's treating us."
Feng Lin glanced at Mu Xiaoyu and said with a smile.
Mu Xiaoyu nodded and then sat down beside Feng Lin.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Congming's smile grew even richer. It seemed their feelings for each other were not shallow.
"Brother Feng Lin, what are you working as now?" Zhao Congming asked with a smile.
"I do delivery for people," Feng Lin answered.