The next morning, Yang Fan received a call from Wu Jianguo, saying he had time to meet.
Yang Fan specially chose a nice hotel in Yanjing, and he waited at the door of the private room for an hour before the two of them arrived.
"I almost thought you ran away?" Yang Fan joked with a smile at the door.
"How could we?" Wu Jianguo, walking in front, greeted Yang Fan with a smile.
After entering the private room and the three of them sat down, Yang Fan immediately instructed the waiter to start serving dishes.
"This must be the son of A Generation of Sword Saint, Long Qianshan, right?" Yang Fan looked at Long Ping'an.
Long Ping'an answered gracefully, "Yes, I am Long Qianshan's son."
Yang Fan picked up the wine bottle, filled the glasses in front of the two, and raised his glass to clink with them.
Wu Jianguo and Long Ping'an, being men from the Northwest, naturally had a good drinking capacity, downing a glass without blushing or breathlessness.
