"Sure."
Xu Yun made himself at home, grabbing a cup of tomato and beef-flavored instant noodles and adding hot water. "You're not the Lin Suiling I remember," he teased.
"You're not the Xu Yun I know, either," she retorted. "I never figured you for an instant noodle guy."
Xu Yun asked, "Where's that Yan Can kid? Let him keep an eye on things at the construction site."
"He doesn't know anything about building a factory. It's better if I supervise it myself."
After she spoke, Lin Suiling smiled. "But I have to admit, it was the right call to pull you into this. I never expected you to have so much influence in Jiangcheng."
"What's that got to do with me? I just reported the situation. It's the local officials who are so effective. They didn't let us investors down."
Xu Yun peeled back the lid of his noodles and took a satisfying slurp.
Ah, that hit the spot.
'I haven't had this stuff in ages, not since I got rich. But having it again now... it's still delicious.'
