At this moment, inside the Old Mansion of the Nangong Family, Old Master Nangong was examining the latest financial report of the company in his study. Despite his advanced age, which should have been suitable for retirement in the eyes of outsiders, the real business of the family was still in his hands.
"Master, your tea." The servant prepared the tea that Nangong Yinghao usually drank and brought it to the study. Nangong Yinghao nodded, and the servant then consciously withdrew.
While flipping through the financial report in his hands, Nangong Yinghao's eyebrows involuntarily furrowed. How could it have declined so much when he had not intervened for just a while? Although angry, Old Master Nangong, having seen much of the world, did not make a fuss over it.
"Cough, cough!" After coughing twice, Old Master Nangong subconsciously took the tea that the servant had just brought over. Without looking, he was about to bring it to his lips.
