"Come in!"
He instinctively wanted to lean back and then recline against the chair.
But given what had just happened, this time he dared not assume any particular physical posture.
Yet, his tone was still imitating Cheng Zhu.
He slowly began, "I think we don't necessarily have to see Shendu Capital as a complete rival... cough cough!"
The reason Shen Minglang coughed was because Cheng Zhu had added "you understand, right?" after saying that sentence.
If he now echoed, "We don't necessarily have to see them as a complete rival, you understand, right?" he guessed the walls of the room might end up with a new broken vine.
"Good thing I stopped myself!" he congratulated himself internally.
Shen Guoqiang, upon hearing this, seemed a bit intrigued even though he didn't quite grasp what his son was trying to express, and let out an "Oh?"
Seeing his dad taking the bait, Shen Minglang's heart leaped with joy and he quickly resumed his posed arrogance, saying,
