Chen Cheng also laughed. He liked seeing Xiao Meier smile, so bright and carefree, as if all the troubles in the world had nothing to do with her.
"But seriously,"
Xiao Meier's laughter slowly subsided, revealing a hint of worry in her eyes, "I'm still a bit scared. What if the milk tea shop doesn't do well when it opens?"
Chen Cheng: "Trust me, it'll be good."
Xiao Meier took a deep breath, "Yes! I believe you!"
...
...
The next day, inside the courtyard.
Feng Biao brought four or five agents to find Chen Cheng.
"Dacheng." He waved his hand, and Chen Cheng pointed to the stone table in the courtyard, gesturing for everyone to sit down.
Chen Cheng didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "Everyone, I brought you here today because I'm looking to find some storefronts."
The word "some" set everyone's nerves on edge.
Feng Biao was no exception.
He asked, "Is Wanbao Hall opening branches? Aren't you moving a bit too fast?"
