In the night, Cheng Zhu watched as Lin Lu enthusiastically greeted him, and a smile crept onto his face.
Just like always, Lin Lu could subconsciously lift his mood.
He walked over, took her gloved hand, and they got into the car together.
As soon as she sat down, she started chattering away.
"Cheng Zhu, I saw Youu Tea trending on Weibo! It's ranked really high!" she exclaimed.
"It's not bad, just a mere thirteenth place," he boasted arrogantly.
"That's already amazing. I saw that what's-his-name, that celebrity, his trending topic is ranked below Youu Tea," Lin Lu excitedly said.
She looked towards Cheng Zhu, who appeared calm, and curiously asked, "Are you genuinely calm or just pretending to be?"
"It's not about being calm or not; I'm genuinely not surprised," he said.
He had been planning this for a while, aiming for this moment of exposure.
It was almost 2015, and this served as a little groundwork.
