Han Lie hurriedly stood up and turned to look toward the newcomers.
A group of six men approached, led by a short, chubby middle-aged man. His physique was nothing to brag about, with a beer belly protruding prominently, but his round face still bore traces of his youthful charm.
Alright, he didn't need to be that young; even now, he was handsomer than Han Lie. And his features were about eighty percent similar to Pan Ge's.
Pan Ge was a bit flustered. "Dad, what are you doing here?"
"Your Uncle Pang has been craving this crab roe, so we decided to meet up. We snuck away from your mom to have a little drink."
Old Pan's voice was hearty, and his presence commanding as he strode energetically to the dining table.
The two middle-aged men behind him were distinct: one was a meticulous Shanghai-style gentleman, his shirt crisply ironed, while the other wore a short-sleeved shirt, revealing strong muscles and tattoos.
