This is a very common phenomenon, so there later became a popular phrase filled with indignant words: "Who's touching my cake again?"
When someone's cake was touched, they naturally had to retaliate.
And Cheng Zhu's indiscriminate attacks in the milk tea industry meant that, as far as the eye could see, everyone was an enemy!
"How should we handle this?" Shen Minglang began to ask.
Boss Shen's recent approach was to not be ashamed to ask first, then to play the fool for others.
To his cousin, it was "How should we handle this?", "What should we do?", "How do we deal with this?"
Outside, it was: Listen to me slowly.
He was becoming more and more like Cheng Zhu.
At this moment, Cheng Zhu glanced at him, then turned to look at Ningning, who had her hair tied up in a high ponytail.
"I knew something like this would happen one day, so I was prepared a long time ago," Cheng Zhu said with a smile.
"Really?" Shen Minglang's eyes lit up.
