Outside, Yang Fan said to Guo Youwei, "You go back first and wait for my news with A'sheng."
Guo Youwei looked at Yang Fan gratefully, "Yang Fan, thank you."
"Man up, stop being so sentimental. Think about how to make a comeback instead, no one else can help you with that." After speaking, Yang Fan got into the car.
Watching the car drive away, Guo Youwei sighed deeply. The great ups and downs in life had gradually made him comprehend many things; he was no longer the privileged young master he had been before.
In the car, A'sheng was in high spirits. No matter where he followed the boss, he could always witness the boss's formidable strength and his subdued yet powerful aura. Each scene was like a classic movie, with a beginning, plot development, climaxes, and a final explosion and curtain fall, all of which made his blood boil.
"Boss, here." A'sheng handed a recording pen to Yang Fan, fulfilling the tasks entrusted by the boss as always.
