Lin Mo calmly walked up the staircase, the ambient noise of the bustling first floor fading behind him. He took a moment to mentally prepare.
Jin Bao was an arrogant but inexperienced youth. His father, Jin Cheng, would be a different beast entirely. A shark who had swum in the treacherous waters of high-stakes commerce for decades. He came here a day after his son was sent back with a proposal? Lin Mo was now expecting him to bare his fangs.
He entered the second-floor lounge. Jin Cheng was standing by the large window, as he was probably trying to make sense of the spatial formation applied within the interior of the store. The stern-looking woman, likely an elder of their guild, stood beside him. Jin Bao stood near the stairs, looking utterly miserable.
Wu Meiyu had already served them tea, which sat untouched on the table. It was naturally not just a normal tea but aside from Jin Bao who was already looking perched staring at it, the two elders had great self-control.
