Everyone at the scene turned their heads in unison, even Han Yifei turned to look. They saw a middle-aged man, about 1.7 meters tall and weighing about 170 pounds, with two strong bodyguards behind him, walking step by step in this direction.
"Oh my!"
"My dear son-in-law, why are you here?" Qin Lan's face lit up with joy, hurrying to greet him, holding Director Zhang's hands with both of hers.
This Director Zhang, over forty years old, looked average with an old-fashioned demeanor. Standing next to the well-preserved Qin Lan, they seemed more like husband and wife. Qin Lan calling him her dear son-in-law sounded particularly awkward.
"Is my brother-in-law out yet?"
Director Zhang, with his big belly and booming voice, scanned the room. When he saw the enchanting Han Yifei, his eyes lit up, but it was only when Qin Lan interrupted him that he withdrew his greedy gaze.
