The setting sun dyed the sky red, bright and beautiful.
As it was time to get off work, everyone was rushing home. The traffic was very congested.
Lin Fan raised his head. A tall building appeared before his eyes.
It was Jiangbei Hotel.
When Lin Fan saw this building, he could not help but think of the first time he came here. It was Old Master Qin Weiming who treated him to a meal.
Then, he thought of the unique delicacies in Jiangbei Hotel.
At this moment, Lin Fan's stomach started to growl.
He looked at the black mass of cars in front of him, then turned the steering wheel and drove toward Jiangbei Hotel.
He had just parked his car when a thin figure in a white T-shirt happened to walk past him.
Lin Fan could not help but exclaim, "Cousin?!"
The man slowly turned around.
When he saw Lin Fan, he could not help but shout, "Lin Fan?"
Lin Fan did not get the wrong person.
This was his cousin, Lin Zihao.