"How about moving your company back to Yun City?" Shen Qinghe suggested tentatively. Shen Lang's company was over five hundred kilometers away in North City. Even though it was just over five hundred kilometers, he still hoped that Shen Lang would move it back to Yun City.
In Yun City, he could protect him and provide him some resources. But in North City, he was powerless to offer help.
"Uncle, let me think about it." Shen Lang smiled. He had thought about returning to Yun City, but moving the company there was quite challenging.
This matter needed further consideration, and he could not give an answer right away.
"Then you take time to think about it. We still hope that you return to Yun City."
Shen Qinghe did not force Shen Lang. He was no longer a child. He could make any decisions, and they could only provide advice, not make decisions for him.
"Alright."