Han Lie hurriedly stood up and turned around to look where he came from.

There were six people in the group, headed by a short, fat middle-aged man with a very average figure. His beer belly was already bulging, but his round face vaguely showed the charm of his youth.

Well, he doesn't have to be too young, he is more handsome than Han Lie now.

Moreover, his facial features are 80% similar to Pan Ge's.

Pan Ge was a little at a loss: "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Your Uncle Pang is thinking about this mouthful of crab paste. Let's make an appointment to get together and have a drink behind your mother's back."

Lao Pan's voice was hearty and full of momentum, and he strode to the dining table.

There are two middle-aged men behind him, one is a meticulous Shanghai-style gentleman with a neat shirt, and the other is wearing short sleeves, showing strong muscles and tattoos.

The three people at the back are younger and act a bit like assistants and younger brothers.

Han Lie felt a little confused in his heart.

Lao Pan's social relationships seem quite complicated, right?

You won't scare me, will you?

I just shaved off the skin of a reform-through-labor prisoner, and my image is really not good...

What bad luck!

Just as he was worried, Lao Pan turned his gaze and looked Han Lie up and down.

Then……

Suddenly he stretched out his hand to Han Lie with a very enthusiastic smile.

"Young man, are you our daughter's classmate?"

Han Lie hurriedly held it with both hands and bowed slightly: "Hello, Uncle Pan, my name is Han Lie, and I am an alumnus of Pan Ge."

Lao Pan held Han Lie's hand and shook it vigorously, and at the same time patted Han Lie's shoulder with his free left hand.

"Alumni? Okay, okay!

Our Pan Ge never goes out to eat alone with the boys. You are the first one I know!

I support her in making friends. Xiao Han, don’t put any psychological burden on her.

Well, my body is quite strong, but a little too thin..."

Han Lie was stunned.

What is all this?!

The tattooed middle-aged man behind him started laughing immediately, opening his mouth and not even leaving.

"Hey! How many young men of this age are not thin when it's time to draw a strip?

Xiao Han is pretty good, with sharp edges on his face and sparkling eyes, unlike your local boys, who are all slutty!"

The Shanghai-style gentleman glanced at the tattooed man and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Rubber!"

The three old men laughed and cursed, and Pan Ge couldn't stand it anymore.

He stamped his feet and started chasing people away.

"Dad! I'm just having dinner with my classmates. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Don't you want to go upstairs? Go, go, go!"

"Okay, okay, just go and go!"

Lao Pan smiled and nodded, let go of Han Lie's hand, and then said goodbye to him specifically.

"Xiao Han, you eat slowly, there won't be enough food for you to add your own food.

No need to buy a single one, no matter who is originally scheduled to treat today, it will be considered uncle's!

You eat well, drink well, and be happy, do you hear me?"

What can Han Lie say?

Just nod.

"Okay, don't worry, uncle, please walk slowly."

When the group of them went upstairs, Pan Ge's cheeks were still a little rosy, while Han Lie was full of unscientific thoughts.

Is Lao Pan so open-minded?!

A little too enthusiastic?

Is this for fear that Pan Ge won't find a boyfriend?

Han Lie glanced at Pan Ge, his eyes a little subtle.

Xiao Pan's previous composure disappeared and he glared back fiercely: "What are you looking at? Eat quickly!"

Yeah, the breasts are fierce and the breasts are fierce.

Han Lie held back his laughter and started to use his chopsticks.

Complimenting how delicious this dish is, and then praising that dish is not bad, soon relieved her mood.

Then, suddenly shoot a cold arrow.

"Hey, our dad is really interesting. What does he do?"

Pan Ge's movements suddenly froze.

Her clear eyes began to leak murderous intent.

But she was not in a hurry, but stared at Han Lie with a half-smile: "Our dad?"

Brother Lie looked innocent: "Slip of the tongue..."

"snort!"

Pan Ge sneered and curled his lips: "If you are able, go to the second floor now and call Dad in person. I will tell you everything when you come back!"

Xiao Pan thought he could checkmate Han Lie.

As a result, the dog man's eyes lit up and his expression was eager to try.

"Really?!"

puff!

Pan Ge immediately broke through the defense.

"Do you have any serious illness? Where is your work ethics?!"

Han Lie shrank his neck and muttered in a low voice: "You didn't invite me to this meal. What kind of professional ethics should I tell you..."

Pan Ge was furious, feeling that today's dinner was out of control.

It’s all Lao Pan’s fault!

While he was still angry, Han Lie suddenly became serious: "I'm not joking with you anymore, what does Uncle Pan do? I think that Shanghai-style uncle looks very familiar..."

Pan Ge rolled his eyes at him angrily and thought: Xi Luting calls him a dog man every day, and he is indeed right!

He is obviously a boy of the same age, how can he be such a bitch?!

She was so angry that she didn't answer.

"That's Uncle Zhang. The photo is hanging on our school's official website!"

Han Lie was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the number came to him.

Good guy, isn’t that the principal of humanities?

Pan Ge continued quietly: "As for my dad... one of his identities is our school director, but he never cares about the school's affairs..."

Oh my god!

Feelings, you are the real eldest princess of our school?!

No wonder I came to such a rubbish place to study...

Han Lie was extremely curious and asked again: "I have always known that your family background is very good, but why didn't you just apply to a prestigious foreign school when you graduated from high school?"

It is not easy to go abroad from the humanities major. Even though the tuition fees of CIJS are so expensive, it is actually very difficult to apply for the Ivy League.

The final destination of most students is International Pheasant.

Pan Ge shook his head.

"It's the same situation wherever I go to school. I can't graduate from a prestigious school, and the rest is the same as in China...and my mother doesn't want me to be too far away from her."

Han Lie could probably understand what she meant by "it's all the same".

There are a group of established wealthy people in China whose family business is too complicated and they basically do not consider their children to take over.

Because that position is not something you can secure just by attending a prestigious school, obtaining a degree, or receiving a scholarship.

If your children are worth nurturing, then enter the company early, work slowly, and wait until you are in your 30s.

If they don't have that talent, just let them be rich and idle and not get into trouble.
To be continued...