Watching Wan Fuyu leave, Cheng Su and Ning Ge sat down again. Ning Ge said, "That Wan Fuyu, he's quite calculating, can endure, and is adaptable—a real old fox."
Cheng Su made a noise, looking at him with a half-smile.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" Ning Ge exclaimed.
"Since when did our Fourth Young Master become so good at judging people? I thought all our Fourth Young Master could do was eat, drink, and have fun!" Cheng Su teased, ruffling Ning Ge's hair like a big sister.
"Cheng Su, don't treat me like a child; I'm five years older than you!" Ning Ge brushed her hand away.
"So petty!" Cheng Su snorted. "If Wan Fuyu wasn't calculating, how could he have brought Friendly to where it is today? Even though he did rely on the Yue family's foundation, after all these years, if he didn't have some guts, how could he develop Friendly to this extent? Never underestimate your opponents!"
"So you really consider him your primary rival?" Ning Ge raised an eyebrow.
