The next morning, Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng flew to Shencheng City.
Xiaoli, on the other hand, drove Chen Yansen's Bentley back to Xucheng by himself.
In the first-class cabin before takeoff, Chen Yansen was scrolling through Weibo. He couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw a photo of Liu Qiangdong, dressed in a red robe, riding a delivery tricycle.
"Is he copying you?" Song Yuncheng asked with a smile after a quick glance.
"It's probably just a coincidence."
Chen Yansen shrugged, making an excuse for Brother Dong.
After all, he had learned this trick from Liu Qiangdong in the first place. He just never expected Liu Qiangdong to turn around and learn it right back from him.
Song Yuncheng pursed her lips in a faint smile, not believing him at all.
It was so obvious. Who couldn't see it?
At that moment, Liu Qiangdong was sitting in his office, staring at the trending topics on Weibo, momentarily stunned.
