Cheng Lang took a deep breath, put on a stern face, turned around, and pulled open the car door before getting in without another word.
Lu Chengxuan, whose dignity had been utterly crushed by Cheng Lang's remarks, sat in the car silently licking his wounds. He stared blankly at Cheng Lang, unable to process what was happening.
Cheng Lang glanced at Lu Chengxuan and said, "Take me back to the milk tea shop."
Hearing that, Lu Chengxuan froze. He raised his voice in disbelief. "What did you say?"
"What?" Cheng Lang sneered. "You can't afford ten million, can't come up with tens of billions, and now you're even reluctant to spend money on gas?"
With a puff, Lu Chengxuan felt as though a knife had stabbed straight into his heart. He did not even dare respond, merely swallowing his anger as he stepped on the gas and drove Cheng Lang back to the milk tea shop as fast as he could.
The car reluctantly stopped in front of the milk tea shop. Cheng Lang opened the door and got out. When he saw Shen Huaiyu standing outside the shop, shivering in the cold wind yet refusing to go back inside, constantly looking around before immediately running over with delight upon seeing him return, the gloom in Cheng Lang's heart dissipated considerably.
"You're back." Shen Huaiyu breathed warmth into his hands and nervously glanced at Lu Chengxuan's car. "He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"
Lu Chengxuan, hiding in the car: "..."
"No." Cheng Lang looked at Lu Chengxuan and asked softly, "Has he still been pestering you lately?"
Shen Huaiyu paused, then nodded hesitantly.
Cheng Lang frowned. "If he pesters you again, just ignore him."
"But—" Shen Huaiyu started, then stopped.
"Don't worry." Cheng Lang said, "I made