At that moment, another middle-aged man walked in through the door. Noticing that something was off in the lobby, he hurried over, glanced at Huang Juncai, then at Fan Tianyu, and immediately plastered a fawning smile on his face as he greeted him, "Mr. Fan, what a coincidence! Long time no see. I feel like I haven't caught you at the restaurant for a while now."
Fan Tianyu didn't want to get tangled up with these people in the first place. As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, he left the other two behind and nodded in the man's direction. "It's cold, so I've been lazier. I've just been hiding out in the private rooms lately."
Seeing the two of them chatting so politely, Huang Juncai couldn't help but get annoyed. "Dad, why are you even saying hi to him? He's just a waiter. Why be so courteous to him?"
The middle-aged man was exactly Huang Juncai's father, Mr. Huang. Mr. Huang was a regular at Xiyuan, and since Fan Tianyu was always around, they naturally knew each other.
