In the courtyard.
Chen Zhiyu had a rather plump figure, his thick fingers gripping a pair of seemingly tiny chopsticks. The low stool beneath him made sitting a bit uncomfortable for his size.
However, his chopstick skills were quick and adept, picking up pieces of braised pork one after another and stuffing them into his mouth. His lips glistened with grease as he ate with gusto.
"I still don't know your full name, Senior Brother," Lin Fan asked.
Without needing to think much, he already knew who had sent this person. Who else could it be but Yang Gang? Lin Fan had expected a heated exchange of words, but to his surprise, after a simple "just here to eat," the man had sat down to share a meal with him.
Aside from the sounds of chewing, there was no other noise in the air.
