The next evening, a young man and woman got out of a taxi and walked toward the East Gate of Xucheng Academy.
"Here's the key to 0418. Help me put the suitcase in the living room. I'm heading back to the Innovation Park first."
Chen Yansen instructed Song Yuncheng.
"I'm not your personal assistant..." Song Yuncheng glared at Chen Yansen, puffing her cheeks. She was about to refuse when she vaguely read his lips forming the three words, 'dock your pay.' A smile immediately plastered itself on her face as she replied, "Okay, boss."
When they reached the intersection, one headed for the faculty apartments, while the other ambled toward the Innovation Park.
The moment Chen Yansen set foot on the second floor, Wang Zihao turned to look at the top of the stairs as if he had a sixth sense.
"Brother Sen!" Wang Zihao shot to his feet, waving his arm and shouting.
"Brother Sen!" ×9!
"Boss!" ×9!
