"It's pretty good," Sang Qiao nodded, she had a rather positive view of Lin Weichen, previously thinking he had his own company, which was why she hadn't looked into it.
"What do you think about Lin Weichen?" Meng Wange, fiddling with the cushion of the seat in front, looked at him expectantly.
"Mind your own business," Lin Weichen, the co-driver, frowned, his usually expressionless face showing a rare sign of displeasure.
"What do you mean, mind my own business? Are you really willing to be buried by your original company like this? Let me tell you, Qiaoqiao's company is really super good. Do you know about Fu Xing? His situation was a lot like yours. It was my sister who brought him over and gave him resources, and that's how he achieved what he has today."
Meng Wange had not spoken falsely; she had heard others say these things when she went to sign the contract that day.