Su Yang silently tightened his grip on the teacup in his hand. The condensation on its surface spread a cool dampness across his palm.
He gritted his teeth, shooting his nephew a vicious glare.
His chest swelled with the suffocating frustration of seeing potential go to waste.
'Why is it that other people's kids can seize business opportunities in the middle of a casual conversation, while mine can't even see the first step?'
At this thought, a fierce light flared in Su Yang's eyes, as if he had made a momentous decision.
'Starting tomorrow, I'm tying Su Ziweng to my side!'
'I refuse to believe it. With daily lectures and hands-on guidance, how could I fail to teach this blockhead?'
'Even a pig would catch on if it listened to business talk day in and day out!'
Su Ziweng shivered for no apparent reason.
He felt a chill shoot up his spine.
He unconsciously pulled his jacket tighter.
His gaze swept over the faces of the others, each with a different expression.
