Luo Yufeng's eyes widened at the sight of Cheng Hao's retreating figure, her mind still echoing with his recent words.
"The printing factory belongs to my dad, and I myself am also an owner of the Chili Sauce Factory, that is, the Good Mother Chili Sauce Factory. And also, Liunian hand cream, Liunian Perfume, they all come from my factory."
When Cheng Hao spoke, he did so casually, as if all he was describing was just another ordinary matter.
By the time Luo Yufeng came back to her senses, her lips were tightly bitten, and her eyes seemed almost ready to pop out of her head. She spat, "Pah, bragging, isn't it? Anyone can do that."
As she spoke, Luo Yufeng hastened away, her heart growing more and more anxious. Why did she feel that what Cheng Hao said was true?
"Nianhua, let's deliver this stuff later," Xu Nianji said as he stopped Xu Nianhua. "He needs some peace and quiet right now."
