You Said It Was Just Food...

Although Lu Zhou was busy with his research, his current research project wasn't like Goldbach's conjecture or the Navier–Stokes equation which required his full attention. He still had time to eat a meal.

Not to mention, this was the weekend.

Lu Zhou drove down to the University of Pennsylvania student apartments and waited on the asphalt roads for a bit. However, Chen Yushan wasn't the only person there.

There was also a middle-aged man, who looked very imposing.

Chen Baohua forced a perfect smile as he reached out his hand and said, "Hello, Professor Lu, I am Chen Yushan's father. I am sorry to disturb you in the midst of your work."

Lu Zhou was muddled as he shook this man's hand.

"… Nice to meet you, Mr. Chen."

Chen Baohua nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad, this kid is pretty polite.

He quickly realized he had important matters to discuss. Therefore, he coughed gently and went straight to the main topic.