Wang Xin made a comment, his eyes suddenly darkened.
This Little Ma Yun furrowed his brows tightly, pressing further: "Why? Didn't you say before that the voice for internal merger should be louder?"
"Why?" Long Wei, hearing these three words, fell into a brief silence.
In his mind, an image appeared unbidden, the image of a person.
A young man who, when attending a meeting at Eleme, barely said more than three sentences throughout!
"Could... could it be because of Cheng Zhu?" Long Wei's tone carried a hint of uncertainty.
Zhang Tao had always used words like sinister and evil, all containing the character for "evil," to describe this college student, which Long Wei always found amusing.
But now...
He could no longer laugh.
"Cheng Zhu, it's fucking Cheng Zhu again!?" When Wang Xin heard this name, he was already cursing in his mind.
You, a merchant selling milk tea and QQ lingerie, come to mess with our platform's plans?
Unheard of, utterly fucking unheard of!
