After the photos were taken, Fu Yihan led Su Qingnuan and his sister to settle in a corner. He didn't initiate conversation with anyone, only exchanging a few words if approached.
His tone wasn't exactly friendly, but neither did it invite further dialogue.
This puzzled Su Qingnuan greatly.
"Mr. Fu," Su Qingnuan asked curiously, "aren't you going to chat with them? They say that at these kinds of events, everyone is a business elite, and if there's an opportunity..."
"No need." Fu Yihan interrupted her calmly. Unhurriedly, he said, "Our company doesn't lack resources right now."
As expected of Fu Yihan. In just half a month, the company had regained its vitality to the point of not even needing sponsorships anymore.
Su Qingnuan fell silent. Glancing at the sister happily munching on sweets next to her, she couldn't resist saying,
"Sister, don't eat so many sweets, or your teeth are going to rot."
