"Oh, a colleague," Lu Xiaoman's mother sized up Ye Fan's height and appearance, not entirely believing Lu Xiaoman's words, "Young man, you're quite impressive."
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Auntie."
Next, Lu Xiaoman's mother turned her head to look at the small grocery store, waved her hand, and called out in a loud voice, "Old Lu, what are you dazing off for? Come over and meet Manman's colleague!"
Ye Fan immediately looked over and saw a man in his fifties, sitting in front of the small grocery among seven or eight people, then he walked over with a bit of shy restraint.
The man was around one meter sixty, dark-skinned and skinny, with high cheekbones, a flat nose, and wrinkled clothes that seemed faded from washing, giving the impression of being honest and a bit inarticulate.
"Father," Lu Xiaoman called to the dark and thin man.
"Mm, daughter," Old Lu replied, his eyes flickering slightly as he glanced at Ye Fan.