Cheng Hao seemed like a different person now—not as lively as before, and no longer so cynical.
His gaze was more reserved and mature.
He was still Cheng Hao, yet somehow he wasn't the old Cheng Hao anymore.
Cheng Hao tossed his bangs and said, "What, you don't recognize me?"
"Of course I do. Hello, Boss Cheng." Xu Nianhua looked at him, shirt and dress pants, shoes polished to a shine—he didn't look like a fellow student at all.
Cheng Hao grinned and said, "I like hearing that."
Pei Yicheng finished parking and walked over, hearing Cheng Hao's words. He slung the camera over his shoulder and said, "Haozi, when Liunian sells big, you really will be Boss Cheng."
"I have confidence in Liunian."
Cheng Hao was especially confident about Liunian's hand cream.
"These are for you and Xiaoning." Pei Yicheng handed over a bag. "Hand cream."
"You actually made it already?"
Xu Nianhua was surprised. From starting the factory to now, it had only been two months, right?
