After a day of bustling about at work with Su Lu, Bo Jingshen had initially thought he would find it uninteresting and not return the next day.
Unexpectedly, he followed her again the next day.
Su Lu felt helpless, "Why do you keep following me around? Why don't you go do your own thing?"
"What could I possibly have to do?" Bo Jingshen said, adopting the posture of a standard idle rich man, "I'm just a layabout with nothing to do."
"Don't give me that," Su Lu glared at him, "Don't think I don't know. Even though you've mostly focused on Feng City, you've still collaborated a lot with Jing Su over the years. Didn't you also have a talk with Song Boyuan before?"
Indeed, a talk had taken place.
And it was more than just a talk. Because of Zhao Xiaole's significant influence, his uncle was almost ready to build him a castle.
Song Boyuan, eager to ingratiate himself with Bo Jingshen, had virtually given Bo Jingshen a partnership project for next to nothing.
