"I'm afraid it's a little difficult for Young Uncle to acquire Fenglei Group. I remember that five years ago, a company wanted to acquire Fenglei Group, but the management of Fenglei adopted a poison pill. That acquisition war lasted for more than two years. In the end, the acquirer had no choice but to give up." Xing Shu was very close to Cheng Lang. In order to see the words on the computer screen, Xing Shu rested her chin on Cheng Lang's shoulder and he could feel her breath on his ear as she spoke. This posture was too intimate; it looked like she was hugging him and acting coquettish.
Cheng Lang did not push her away. Instead, he adjusted the computer screen nearer. "Tell me your opinion."
