Fang Xian was stunned: "Boss Yifan?"

"He insisted on coming together. If he doesn't like it, he can't let him in." Tianming joked.

"It's all guests from afar, come on." Fang Xian had always had a good impression of Yifan, and quickly greeted a bunch of people.

Xian's mother saw a bunch of suits and ties, and people who seemed to be high-end suddenly appeared. She had nothing to do, so she quickly greeted her in tea.

Yifan was very kind and came to help: "Auntie, don't be so troublesome, we can do it ourselves."

Xian’s mother frowned: “Comrade, how old are you today?”

Yifan was stunned: "Forty-two."

Xian's mother laughed and patted Yifan on the shoulder: "You are kidding me. I'm less than fifty, just call me sister."

"Lan'er, please do it first..." Fang Xian quickly pushed his mother away, "Lan'er, are you asking me to call him uncle!"

"Who are they?" Xian's mother was still puzzled by being pushed into the kitchen.

"College colleagues, after I quit my job, I come to see me and let Fang Bui cook more dishes."

When they returned to the living room, these three middle-aged people were very dishonest and looked around.
Chapter completed!