The crystal chandelier in the Su family dining room remained dazzling, but the gunpowder in the air had yet to dissipate. Lin Mo set down his wine glass, a subtle, sharp arc at the corner of his mouth appearing particularly jarring under the lights. Su Zhiyuan’s face was dark, his fingers tapping a dull, rhythmic beat against the mahogany dining table.
"Dad, Lin Mo’s analysis is very professional," Su Yuqing’s voice broke the silence. "At the very least, it is far more accurate than those consultants of yours."
Su Zhiyuan let out a cold snort. "Who can’t talk a good game on paper?"
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