When Lin Yifan returned to the private room, he was completely transformed.
People rely on clothes, Buddhas rely on gold.
Already handsome and charming, now with an added air of pride.
Walking like the wind, Li Fengnian couldn't help but increase his estimation of him.
"Sit down quickly, uncle has specially invited us for this feast."
Shen Shiyao was naturally delighted and hurriedly pulled Lin Yifan's arm as she spoke.
Lin Yifan nodded slightly, but his gaze fell on the other side of Li Fengnian.
At this moment, an elderly man with gray hair and a long beard was sitting there.
His face was glowing with health, and he wore sunglasses.
He was dressed in a white coat and appeared very kind.
"Shiyao didn't tell me in advance; otherwise, I would've prepared a gift. Please forgive my oversight, uncle, I will bring you something nice next time I come to the city."
Lin Yifan pulled out a chair to sit down, without inquiring about the old man's identity.
