The crisp sound of colliding champagne glasses echoed through the top-floor conference room of Su Group. Lin Mo tilted his head back and drained his glass, his Adam's apple bobbing as the amber liquid caught the light and cast a hazy, dreamlike glow. He loosened his tie, his peripheral vision catching the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows pouring down like the Milky Way. Just three days ago, this place had been a slaughterhouse set up by Chen Hao; now, it was their victory celebration.
"Don't drink too much," Su Yuqing said, appearing at his side. Her fingertips brushed lightly against his wrist. She was wearing a pearl-white silk shirt today, the ginkgo leaf brooch he had given her last week pinned to her collar, shimmering with a delicate luster under the lights.
Lin Mo swirled his empty glass. The alcohol made the system interface drift slightly across his retina: "I'm fine, I—"
Chapter 16