That day, Shen Dong got off work and headed home.
On the way, he said, "Wife, tomorrow is Wang Xiaocong's birthday, and I'll take you with me to the birthday party he's throwing."
Chen Yuyan's eyes widened in shock, "Husband, you know Wang Xiaocong?"
Wang Xiaocong was the son of the richest man, a top domestic second-generation rich kid.
Even though Shen Dong's business had already developed very well, she had never imagined there would be an opportunity to meet Wang Xiaocong.
Now hearing her husband say he's taking her to Wang Xiaocong's birthday party, how could she not be surprised?
"I don't know him, but he took the initiative to call and invite me," Shen Dong said with a smile.
"Why would he take the initiative to invite you to his birthday party?" Chen Yuyan was somewhat puzzled.
