King of Kings, start with a perfect record and strive for the top spot.

Zhou Ting sighed upon hearing this. Everyone has their own unique view on love. Just like some people have a kind of mental purity and must be young girls who have never been in a relationship, there's nothing wrong with that.

There's no way to force your own ideas onto the other person.

"However, you can't stop Xiaoning from liking you like this. I know her personality. She may seem weak in front of her parents and family, but in reality, she's a stubborn person who can't be swayed by three oxen."

Zhou Ting looked at Ye Lan with her beautiful eyes, and then continued speaking.

"Your personality is such that you can say no, but you don't know how to push it away, because in your heart, Xiao Ning and you are already friends."

Ye Lan sighed, then suddenly grinned and said, "Sister Ting, you're so accurate, do you know how to read faces?"

"I can read a little bit." Zhou Ting raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression somewhat proud and smug.

Actually, she hadn't studied any theories about physiognomy; she had just been in this position for a long time and had seen all sorts of people, so she naturally knew a little about judging people by their appearance.

"Actually, I can read palms. Do you want me to take a look?" Ye Lan said with a smirk.

"Really? Then can you tell me how old I'll be before I meet my Mr. Right?"

As Zhou Ting spoke, she stretched out her small hand. Her hand was very small and thin, with slender, pale fingers and prominent knuckles. The veins and tendons were clearly visible, and the skin felt delicate and smooth to the touch, with a cool sensation.

Ye Lan frowned, cupped Zhou Ting's hand in one palm, and gently stroked her palm with the other, her warm fingertips caressing it lightly.

Zhou Ting felt an itch in her palm, as if a fluffy kitten was scratching it.

Seeing that Ye Lan was practically pressing her eyes to her hand, Zhou Ting frowned slightly, her crimson lips moving slightly.

"Are you reading my palm, or are you planning to kiss my hand?"

Ye Lan looked up and chuckled, "Men on the left, women on the right, it seems I've mistaken your hand."

Zhou Ting withdrew her left hand unhappily, and then handed over her right hand.

She said she would take back what she said in the previous chapter; Ye Lan was clearly still that immature child.

"I'm still the same boy I always was, without a single change..."

The song "Youth" just happened to be playing on the computer, which made Zhou Ting so angry that she immediately turned off the music player.

She likes to listen to music while working, as she feels it helps her concentrate better.

But not everyone likes this.

Some people find the music too loud and think it will affect their thinking, just like some people need to sleep with the lights on while others need to sleep with the lights off.

Everyone is different; it varies from person to person.

Ye Lan touched Zhou Ting's fair and delicate hands, making a "tsk tsk tsk" sound.

Zhou Ting's heart skipped a beat. "Is my palm reading really that bad? Does that mean I'll never find my Mr. Right and will end up alone?"

She actually longs for a sweet romance.

But none of the people she's met over the years have been able to fulfill her small request.

They're either womanizers or toads trying to eat swan meat.

She prefers to have nothing rather than something bad, which is why she has remained single until now.

Ye Lan frowned slightly. "Sister Ting, your skin feels a bit dry. I suggest you drink more of our [Yan Ruyu] milk tea. It's good for your complexion and skin!"

"Get lost, get lost, get lost." Zhou Ting withdrew her hand speechlessly. She thought Ye Lan could really read palms, but after all that, it turned out to be a sales pitch.

Ye Lan chuckled and reached out to stroke Zhou Ting's furrowed forehead. "Cheer up! You're already getting old, and you're still so easily angered. Be careful you don't age faster!"

Zhou Ting rested her chin on her hand and did not answer. "Do you often use palm reading to touch a girl's hand, like your girlfriend's?"

Ye Lan sneered, her upturned lips full of mockery.

"What a joke. I don't need a reason to touch my girlfriend's hand. Besides, I usually look at her feet more often."

"You're not some kind of perverted foot fetishist, are you?" Upon hearing this, Zhou Ting frowned, looking at Ye Lan with a hint of disdain in her beautiful eyes.

"Foot reading is also a type of palmistry, and it can more accurately reflect your destiny and fate," Ye Lan said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

I can't let others label me as a "foot fetishist."

That's absolutely inhuman.

He finds even a single pervert to be perverted.

"That......."

As Zhou Ting spoke, she gently pushed off with the toe of her left foot against the heel of her right foot, and her black high heels landed on the ground with a crisp and loud sound.

..........

Half an hour later, downstairs at the Tiger Shark CBD building, a young man in a light gray suit stood with his hands in his pockets, his hair swaying in the wind. Beside him stood a beautiful woman in a uniform and black stockings, her smooth hair blowing to one side in the breeze.

Zhou Ting wore a short skirt, but the spring breeze was oblivious to her feelings and didn't understand the heart of a young man.

"It's all your fault! You made me come down to eat so late, and the cafeteria was already closed." Zhou Ting pouted and yelled angrily at Ye Lan.

The latter held up four fingers and said, "Heaven and earth bear witness, it was you who dragged me to have my feet read, otherwise I could definitely be picking up leftovers from the cafeteria."

Zhou Ting turned her face away. How could an urban elite like her be satisfied with leftovers?

The two of them came downstairs intending to go out to eat at a restaurant.

While waiting for the bus, Ye Lan took out her phone and checked the time. She realized it was already 2:30 PM and muttered to herself:

"I need to go to the company after dinner to discuss how to design the packaging for the collaboration with Honor of Kings."

Ye Lan genuinely felt that starting a business was exhausting, especially for an ambitious entrepreneur like himself.

In fact, with his current scale, earning a million or so a month is an easy thing for him. Even in a high-cost place like Shanghai, he can live comfortably.

But his ambitions are not limited to this.

His goal is to go public, but it is a pipe dream to go public on his own, which is why he needs to travel around looking for suitable allies.

However, he is getting closer and closer to realizing his dream of going public.

As long as your brand can weather this storm and establish a long-term partnership with King of Glory, your products can be further promoted and expanded.

By then, won't money come from all directions?

Zhou Ting was thirsty and wanted to order takeout online. On Ye Lan's strong recommendation, she ordered their [Yan Ruyu] milk tea. After taking a sip, a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

The milk tea tasted absolutely amazing, so refreshing and soothing, and I felt incredibly relaxed.

It felt like being stuck in a scorching desert for three days, and then suddenly a bottle of mineral water appeared in front of you.

Every cell in my body felt joyful and happy.

Only then did she understand why Ye Lan had such great confidence in the quality of her milk tea.

After having a simple lunch with Zhou Ting, the two parted ways because they each had their own things to take care of.

Ye Lan went to Baichuan Mall to study the styles of the packaging boxes.