Song ran was speechless. She didn't know that she had such a strict father.
She had no choice but to hide in the small washroom in the private room with her sister.
As soon as the two entered, the door of the private room was opened. A middle-aged man who exuded an air of authority walked in, and the people at the table quickly stood up.
They all addressed him as 'uncle' with great respect. Haitao didn't grow up with them, so he addressed him as 'Chairman Tang'.
Tang qingru was forty-eight years old, with a lot of white hair on his temples. He was wearing a long dark gray coat, and his whole person was majestic without being angry. When the younger generation greeted him, he forced a smile.
His smile also disappeared. He walked to Tang Ji 'an's side and said, " "You're celebrating your birthday outside?"
"Yes, father," Tang Ji 'an replied.
"Are you done?" Tang qingru asked again.
"I just finished eating the longevity noodles."
