Feng Lin took a taxi and arrived at the gate of the Lan Family's residence.
The guards here were already familiar with Feng Lin and didn't stop him.
With hands in his pockets and a smile on his face, Feng Lin walked inside.
From a distance, he saw Lan He sitting across from a middle-aged man at a table.
The middle-aged man had a few strands of white hair on his head, some wrinkles around his mouth, and he bore a slight resemblance to Feng Lin.
His chin was covered in stubble, he wore a black suit without buttoning it up, giving off a rather sloppy vibe.
Clutching a cigarette in his hand, he turned his head with a smile, "Kid, you back?"
"Since when do you skip playing mahjong with the old ladies in the village to come to Jiang City?"
Walking over with a smile, Feng Lin recognized the man as none other than his father—
Feng Chen.