Xu Qingfan smiled at the corners of his mouth and put his phone back in his pocket.
He got carsick if he looked at screens for too long in the car, and texting on the nine-key mobile phone was quite troublesome, so he had to wait until he got to Hong Kong to reply to Lin Wanning.
"You're done looking, right? After you're done, chat with your aunt about the takeout company," seeing the smile on Xu Qingfan's face, Zhang Chunxue couldn't help but smile as well; she rubbed Xu Qingfan's head and said.
"You tell me, Auntie," Xu Qingfan obediently sat up straight.
"The electronic payment you mentioned isn't supported by policies here yet, unless your takeout platform really becomes as popular as you described with tens of millions of users in the future. Otherwise, you don't need to think about it now, as it can easily be classified as illegal fundraising," Zhang Chunxue tapped on his head as she spoke.
