Leng Yuexi's glare lingered for a moment longer before she huffed and sipped her tea, clearly trying to calm herself.
Feng Yun only chuckled, leaning back with that same infuriatingly confident smirk.
Zhao Mingxi finally spoke, her tone lighter. "Enough teasing, Yun. What's your plan now?"
"My plan?" Feng Yun swirled the tea in his cup lazily, as if the answer didn't matter. "I think it is time to open the business."
"Oh!" Leng Yuexi looked a little surprised. "What kind of shop are you going to open? You should know that there are already long-established chambers of commerce in this city; if you don't sell something unique, you won't be able to grow your business in this city."
"I know it. My product won't be ordinary items." Feng Yun chuckled.
