Wang Hong left, leaving only Chen Yang and Wang Qingyue in the room.
"Qingyue, thank you." Chen Yang looked at Wang Qingyue tenderly.
Chen Yang knew that although the thirteen billion was secured by Wang Hong, Wang Qingyue must've played a part in it too.
"No need to thank me. This investment is actually my grandpa's idea; he was just shy about bringing it up himself," Wang Qingyue said modestly.
Her words did have some truth to them.
If Grandpa Wang didn't want to give it, then no one else's words would matter.
In the end, Grandpa Wang was willing to invest in Chen Yang.
Chen Yang chuckled, "Then, thank Grandpa Wang, and thank you too."
This time, Wang Qingyue didn't show modesty; she smiled and nodded, then moved closer to Chen Yang, "Chen Yang, you've drunk so much, you must be tired? Let me help you upstairs to rest for a bit."
As she spoke, Wang Qingyue was about to help Chen Yang.
