Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

He Yanlang certainly didn't think so, and even felt that he had given enough face to Lin Qinghuan.

She did not answer Luo Zhouran's question, but continued to tap the table with her knuckles, as if she was patiently waiting for something.

Lin Qinghuan pulled Luo Zhouran down, and finally compromised, saying to the waiter, "Let's change to a bigger table."

He Yanlang finally spoke, and said slowly, "No need!"

After he spoke, the waiter dared not move.

No one knows what He Yanlang is up to. Sometimes he wants this, sometimes he wants that, like an immature teenager.

Then he looked at Luo Zhouran nonchalantly, with a smile that was contemptuous and malicious, "You should go."

The next second, Luo Zhouran understood what this sentence meant.

Luo Yuming, dressed in a suit and tie, came over under the guidance of the waiter, breathing heavily, and it was obvious that he came in a hurry.

Luo Yuming glanced at his son Luo Zhouran, then at He Yanlang, and finally his gaze fell on the two girls present.

The atmosphere was very strange. Luo Zhouran and a girl sat down normally, but He Yanlang sat next to them. Just with this casual glance, Luo Yuming, who had decades of experience, understood.

He was afraid that his son, who was usually diligent and obedient, had some thoughts that he shouldn't have.

"Yanlang, am I not late?" Luo Yuming's gaze fell on He Yanlang, and he didn't even pay attention to his own son.

"Dad? Why are you here?" Luo Zhouran stood up quickly.

Luo Zhouran’s father?

Lin Qinghuan also quickly stood up and bowed respectfully to the visitor, "Hello, Professor Luo!"

When Du Sinan heard that it was a professor from Peking University, he also stood up quickly.

He Yanlang was the only one in the audience who stood there like an old man, without moving at all. He just lazily cast his gaze towards Luo Yuming, using his eyes to indicate that he should answer.

Lin Qinghuan frowned. This man was so arrogant that he had no regard for others and did not have the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and loving the young in his eyes.

Luo Yuming has an elegant temperament and exudes the air of scholarliness. Although he is already fifty years old, it can still be seen that he was definitely a handsome guy when he was young.

"I don't know what my son did wrong to make you unhappy?" Luo Yuming glanced at Luo Zhouran and saw that there was a wound on his face, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Luo Zhouran was surprised, "Dad, what are you talking about?"

Lin Qinghuan was also confused. The professor admitted his mistake as soon as he arrived, but Luo Zhouran clearly did nothing?

Lin Qinghuan wanted to explain for Luo Zhouran, and immediately said softly, "Professor, Zhouran didn't do anything. He and I..."

He Yanlang spoke up, "Lin Qinghuan, children should not interrupt when adults are talking!"

Lin Qinghuan wanted to refute, but He Yanlang stared at her, as if to say, why don’t you try to speak?

No matter how tactless she was, she knew that he called Luo Yuming over to teach Luo Zhouran a lesson and that he was targeting Luo Zhouran.

If she continued to explain something for Luo Zhouran, or stood on Luo Zhouran's side, He Yanlang would target Luo Zhouran even more excessively.

For now, she'd better shut up.

For some things, it is not about who is right because he is right, but whoever has the power and status is right.

Fortunately, He Yanlang did not embarrass Luo Zhouran. He just said to Luo Yuming calmly, "Professor, please take your son away."

Luo Yuming didn't say anything, he just responded readily, then said to Luo Zhouran with a dark face, "Why don't you apologize to your senior Yan Lang quickly and come home with me!"

Luo Zhouran wanted to hear a big joke, so he repeated, "Apologize? What did I do wrong that I should apologize?"

Luo Yuming only repeated one sentence, "Apologize!"

Disappointment, in an instant, Luo Zhouran felt disappointed with his father. He never thought that his father, who had been great and omnipotent since he was a child, would be a weakling and succumb to someone stronger than himself, but his inner and outer cultivation told him that no matter how angry he was, he could not scold his father.

The atmosphere between father and son was tense, and Lin Qinghuan saw it all.

He Yanlang, however, looked at Lin Qinghuan again, as if he was watching a play.

The meaning of that look was very clear. Look, Lin Qinghuan, it was you who caused all the trouble. You made the atmosphere between the father and son so tense.

Her eyes softened, and she looked at He Yanlang pleadingly. He Yanlang seemed to have received the signal, and lazily uttered another sentence, "Just take him away, he's really an eyesore."

Luo Yuming nodded in a flattering manner and pulled Luo Zhouran to leave, "Let's go!"

Luo Zhouran refused to move and looked at He Yanlang fiercely.

He Yanlang acted like nothing had happened. He ignored the turmoil and anger in the other person's heart. He didn't even bother to look at Luo Zhouran.

Luo Zhouran was finally dragged away by Luo Yuming.

From beginning to end, Luo Yuming didn't say anything else, and He Yanlang didn't say a word either. But they seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, saying what should be said, doing what should be done, and not saying what shouldn't be said, not doing what shouldn't be done.

The cooperation is perfect.

Finally, there were only three people left in the restaurant. He Yanlang turned his gaze to Du Sinan again and said nonchalantly, "It's time for you to leave too."

Du Sinan was startled, thinking that she was just a foil. She once again looked at Lin Qinghuan, who lowered her head and looked embarrassed, and she didn't see anything particularly attractive about her. Could it be that this girl in front of her was different from ordinary people in that aspect, and was very good at playing, which made He Yanlang unable to forget her.

In the scene just now, it was obvious that the two men were revolving around this woman.

Jealousy was born at this moment, but Du Sinan was such a smart man that he knew that the person in front of him could never be truly liked by He Yanlang. At most, he was just playing with her, and when he got tired of her one day, he would abandon her like a worn-out shoe.

She picked up her bag and said sweetly, "Senior, can you still date me next time you're unhappy?"

He Yanlang seemed to be in a good mood, with the corners of his mouth raised. In front of Lin Qinghuan, he was unrestrained again. His deep voice made Du Sinan feel itchy, "Definitely!"

After he finished speaking, he tried to capture the expression on Lin Qinghuan's face. Good, there was no reaction.

Ah...

He didn't listen to what Du Sinan said, and in the end, there were only two of them left at the table.

"Do you want to continue eating here, or go to a better restaurant?" He asked Lin Qinghuan patiently, thinking he was giving her a way out.

Lin Qinghuan raised her head to look at him. In just a moment, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks. "Does embarrassing others make you happy?"