Rose Garden, living room.
Chen Jieyu placed a plate of freshly cut fruits on the coffee table.
Cheng Zhu was holding his phone, checking the trending topics on Weibo.
During dinner, he had received a call from Shen Minglang.
This call essentially proved indirectely that Sister Yue, that mad woman, had spread my exact words.
"Without surprises, most of our competitors in the bubble tea industry would have heard about it by now," thought Cheng Zhu.
This was the effect he desired.
He did not believe that the competitors would fully trust what Chen Yue said, most would think she was exaggerating, and this was one of the reasons he dared to confront her so boldly.
"If things go as expected, Sister Yue will get even angrier and more upset," Cheng Zhu found it quite amusing.
But this was also a signal to his competitors.
—I'm about to make a big move again!
