When they arrived at Jiayi Media, Xu Mingrui parted ways with the two of them.
Song Qingyou looked at her newly-received balance and suddenly thought, "Sister Lan, what do you think about me driving a taxi? I specialize in picking up rich people like him!"
Jiang Zhihan turned around and was speechless.
Chen Lan parked the car and came over. "Not to mention that rich people basically have their own cars, and not to mention whether they're willing to ride in your evil car, you should at least have a car, right?"
She patted the car door and emphasized, "This is my car! Mine!"
Song Qingyou shrugged. "Then forget it."
The two of them stood in the parking lot and talked. The company's vice president, Yang Xiao, saw Chen Lan through the glass and asked his assistant to call Chen Lan over.
"You come with me too." Chen Lan tugged at Song Qingyou's sleeve. "I'm here to meet President Yang. He's the deputy general manager of our company."
