The car won't move anymore.

  Han Dong said helplessly: "I used to be the director of the statistics bureau, but I'm not anymore." Although he didn't want to say more, there was no need to deceive them.

  The crowd murmured in unison, their eyes revealing a searching expression.

  Liao Xiaobing sneered and thought Han Dong was some kind of director, but it turned out to be the Statistics Bureau, a broken-down government agency. Moreover, he was just the former director, which made him even more insignificant.

  Zhao Cai's face relaxed and he laughed: "Dong Ge, what on earth did you do to be taken away like that?"

  Han Dong smiled faintly and said, "Nothing much to say, let's eat quickly, the dishes are getting cold."

  Everyone saw that he didn't want to talk, although it was strange, but no one asked again. However, the atmosphere was much better than before, and several girls started chatting. Wu Yawei also occasionally raised some questions, showing great curiosity about Han Dong.

  When everyone had almost finished eating, Liao Xiaobing hastily said to the waitress, "Miss, the bill."

  Although Hou Xiping had said that he would pay the bill earlier, Liao Xiaobing did not want to take advantage of this in front of the beauty, and he didn't care about a few hundred yuan.

  The waiter said: "Your bill has already been paid by someone."

  Liao Xiaobing's face quickly turned ugly, he waved his hand at the waiter and said to everyone: "Let's go out for tea, I'll treat you to a midnight snack tonight."

  Han Dong said: "I'm not going, I still have work tomorrow."

  Yan Lin also smiled and said: "I have to visit relatives tomorrow, you guys go have fun, I'll head back with Dong Ge first."

  As she spoke, she smiled and reached out to grab one of Han Dong's arms.

  Liao Xiaobing's eyes narrowed, and his heart seemed to have been pricked by a needle. Since the third year of high school, he had been pursuing Yanlin, but was always rejected. This made him extremely angry, as he used to be successful in chasing girls. Every time he saw Yanlin, who was as lovely as a little elf, the strong desire in his heart would take over. Now, seeing Yanlin and Handong being intimate, he felt as if something he loved most had been taken away from him.

  "Alright then, I'll treat you guys next time."

  Liao Xiaobing, who had been pampered since childhood, had already hated Han Dong to the core, but in front of everyone, he still put on a carefree and composed appearance.

  Yan Lin greeted everyone and then she and another person walked back and forth along the street.

  Looking at them hand in hand, they seemed like a pair of intimate lovers. Two angry glints flashed across Liao Xiaobing's eyes as he stood at the entrance of Baiweiyuan. Under such circumstances, others naturally wouldn't dare to go and play with him again, and they bid farewell one after another.

  "Alright, they can't see us anymore." After walking for a while, Han Dong smiled and said, "Now you can let go of my hand."

  "Hehe, with a beauty holding your hand, you should be very honored." Yanlin said with a smile, releasing her grip on Handong's arm.

  Han Dong tapped her on the head with a bad temper, "Be honest and confess, what's going on here?"

  Yan Lin's eyes rolled over, and she opened her eyes wide to question: "By the way, why didn't you tell me that you are the director of the Statistics Bureau? It's really not very considerate..."

  "What was I saying..."

  "Isn't it? You haven't said anything for so long, it's really boring. I'm ignoring you now."

  Yan Lin said, with her hands in her pockets, she walked quickly forward.

  Han Dong smiled and chased after her a few steps, grabbing her arm, "Don't change the subject, you haven't explained what happened tonight!"

  Yan Lin struggled for a few moments before letting Han Dong hold her small hand, pouting and muttering: "So petty..."

  Han Dong said: "This has nothing to do with being petty!"

  "Hehe......" Yanlin suddenly raised her head, mischievously blinking her eyes, "Then your words don't count, you promised to help me first."

  Han Dong was taken aback, and it seemed to be true. He smiled wryly and said, "Alright, let's just say you're right. But don't come to me with this kind of thing again, I'm not interested in your childish games."

  "You're the kid." Yanlin said discontentedly, breaking free from Han Dong's hand and walking forward in big strides. Seeing several men walking towards her in a row, she stood to one side.

  "Hey, beautiful, want to have some fun?" The man walking beside her suddenly said, reaching out to put his arm around Yanlin's shoulder.

  Yan Lin hastily stepped aside and scolded: "What are you doing?"

  Another man laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, little sister, we're not bad people." One of his hands reached out to grab Yanlin's arm.

  At this time, Han Dong had already arrived in front of him and shouted in a low voice: "Get out!"

  A loud slap flew over and hit the person's elbow.

  "Ah——" The man let out a miserable cry, and his arm dislocated.

  "Looking for death."

  The others shouted and rushed over. But as soon as they saw Han Dong's appearance, they suddenly let out a cry of surprise and quickly retreated.

  "Hmm!" Han Dong hummed, staring at the guy with a scar on his forehead. He had seen this guy before at the train station and had left a deep impression on him.

  Dào Bāo's face was pierced by Han Dong's sharp gaze, making his heart feel hairy, and he cupped his fists in respect: "Friend..."

  "Who is your friend!"

  Han Dong suddenly slapped out with his palm, and the big tree next to him shook violently, causing the remaining leaves on it to fall off.

  "Next time I see you, don't blame me for being ruthless." Han Dong said coldly, "Scram now."

  "We're leaving." Seeing him so imposing, the scar-faced man didn't dare to say anything more and led his men away. Not taking unnecessary risks when faced with a stronger opponent was one of his guiding principles.

  "Hmm!" Han Dong clapped his hands and turned to see Yan Lin looking up at him with eyes shining like stars, and couldn't help but laugh: "Hehe, don't worship me too much."

  Yan Lin suddenly clasped her fists together and said in a delicate voice: "Wow, great hero up there, please accept a bow from this humble woman."

  Han Dong burst out laughing and patted her head twice with his hand, "Let's go, little heroine."

  "Oh no, my hair..." Yanlin pouted, her small white hands touching her head.

  Han Dong smiled and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

  Yan Lin was taken aback, her mouth pouting even more, and quickly ran a few steps to catch up with him, saying discontentedly: "Ge Dong, I'm telling you, don't touch my head again in the future..."

  "Alright, kiddo." Han Dong smiled and pretended to knock on her head.

  Yan Lin hastily turned her body and ran forward, wearing a white down jacket, lightly jumping up and down in the faint night color, like a fluttering butterfly.

  She ran a few steps and stopped again, turned around with a smile, looking at Han Dong, stepping back step by step.

  "Big Brother Dong, why don't we go have some tea? It's still early anyway, and there's nothing to do back home."

  "I usually don't drink tea with little kids."

  Han Dong smiled and walked past her side.

  "Hmph!" Yan Lin angrily hummed, closely chasing after him, grabbing Han Dong's arm and hanging on like a koala, "I'm so angry I can't move."

  "Uh—"

  His elbow felt like it was rubbing against a soft, elastic ball, and Han Dong's heart suddenly skipped a beat as some long-buried memories suddenly resurfaced.

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