"Stern School of Business at New York University."
"I'll give you a few years."
"Calm down."
Every single word echoed in Li Mosen's mind. He was on the verge of breaking down.
All of a sudden, he stood up and yelled, "I'm not going. Dad, I don't want to go there. I want to stay in Kingstown."
"You will waste your talent if you remain in Kingstown," Li Sicheng said, his eyes turning cold again. He stared at Li Mosen and said icily, "You have a flair for physics. You could choose a prestigious physics school. Alternatively, you could enroll directly into my alma mater. I'll arrange for you to receive the best education."
Li Mosen was about to speak when Su Qianci approached him. She gave him a gentle hug. "Mosen, your father is doing this for your good. Calm down," she softly comforted him.
