Yang Hao didn't really want to have dinner with Lin Fan because his status was now different from Lin Fan's. He worked in an office now, unlike Lin Fan, who worked hard under the sun and rain as a low-level laborer. Yes, in Yang Hao's eyes, delivering packages or takeout was no different from being a migrant worker.
With so many people watching in the restaurant, he was even less likely to eat with Lin Fan. Didn't he care about his image!
"Haha, Lin Fan, it's been a long time since we last met. We should catch up, but unfortunately, I'm busy this time. I have plans with colleagues to discuss some work matters."
Yang Hao found an excuse to dodge and added, "Lin Fan, you're dressed so nicely today, you must have something going on, right? It wouldn't be for a date, would it? I won't disturb your date then, just don't tell the other person you deliver packages, you know."
With that, Yang Hao quickly dodged away as if avoiding the plague and sat at another empty table.
