Su Yixia was biting her lips tightly.
Wa Zicong brushed past the two of them, took two steps forward, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, turned back to face Gu Nuan, "If you too want to come—"
"Manager Wu, I said it earlier this morning, aside from Changda, I am not interested in any other company."
Apart from Changda, nothing else matters. Why does this statement sound so awkward?
"Is that so? Apart from Changda, not considering others?"
"People aim for higher places, while water flows to lower places. We are people, not water. These are my aunt's words. I think they make quite a lot of sense, don't they?"
No matter what, Changda is better than MN Trend, a well-known fact. Now, returning his mother's words to him verbatim felt thoroughly satisfying.
"Manager Wu." The assistant, Xiaoliu, was holding a cellphone, seemingly urging his superior.
Wa Zicong turned around, his gaze resting on Gu Nuan and then shifting to the motionless Su Yixia.