Leng Youchen's thin lips curled slightly, and with a poker face, he withdrew his gaze and continued, "The development of the Northern European market is going smoothly. I've already sent someone over to negotiate, and I will personally make a trip there by the end of the year."
"Mmm, Youchen, I have always believed in your ability. No matter what you do, Grandpa supports you." Leng Aotian looked at Leng Youchen with a gaze filled with absolute trust and affection.
With a "pfft" sound.
Their conversation halted as they turned to look at Wei Anning, who was nearly turning the place upside down with her choking.
Wei Anning's head was almost buried under the table; her current state was indeed quite rude. But Youchen? Leng Youchen's nickname turned out to be Youchen. Oh dear, she was struggling so hard not to laugh that her stomach was cramping.
What should she do? She was about to burst.
