"Daughter..."
Yang Xiaoyun instinctively lowered her head, stealing a glance at everyone, feeling as if they were all jesting about her.
For a moment, a surge of boldness rose within her; she straightened her back and spoke loudly:
"I'll let father decide everything!"
"Good."
Yang Yizhi suddenly felt comforted in his old age.
Everyone burst into laughter, expressing their congratulations to Su Mo with fists clasped in salute.
Su Mo, who was usually calm, couldn't help but smile, and after reciprocating the salute, he was about to continue speaking when footsteps approached the door.
Everyone held their breath and heard someone outside the door say:
"Is the Chief here?"
"Speak your business."
Su Mo replied.
"Oh, Miss Wei from the Luofeng Alliance requests a meeting. We dared not keep her at the gate, so we invited her to the front hall for tea. Do you approve...?"
"Hmm, understood."
Su Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "You may leave, I'll be there shortly."
"Yes."
