Pei Yan slouched lazily in his chair, glanced casually to the side, and uttered indifferently, "When I was a child, a fortune teller told me that I would rise to success because of a woman in my life."
That was a novel idea.
Jiang Xubai and Zhang Xinxin immediately perked up.
The night breeze mingled with the scent of alcohol; Jiang Shuyao looked embarrassed but remained silent, quietly waiting for him to continue.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation; no matter what the future held, witnessing the birth of a company name on such a night was filled with a strong sense of ceremony.
Pei Yan slowly raised his hand and finally gently rested it on the back of Jiang Shuyao's chair, his tone flat, as if stating a fact.
"In this life, besides her, there's no one else. You tell me, what should the name be?"
Jiang Shuyao choked.
What did he mean by that?
Zhang Xinxin quickly caught on and blurted out, "Shuyao Technology, what a beautiful name."
