Yu Mufeng's lips twitched uncontrollably as he mumbled disdainfully under his breath. "Hehe. Fancy an old man in his fifties asking money from a teenage girl. Billions, on top of that. You sure have the cheek to do that."
His father frowned when he failed to catch what he said. "What nonsense are you saying again?"
Unabashedly, he put on a poker face to ask, "Since you still have money, why did you come back?"
Yu Zhongjing felt good to be rich, so he did not scold his son for asking that question and instead turned his gaze to the contracts on the coffee table. "I'm considering which company we should work with to produce the biopharmaceutics."
Yu Mufeng picked up a cold can of Coke and took a sip as he shot a side-glance at his father, who was flipping through the Bai family's contract. "The Bai family has the most attractive terms, but there are a few other offers that aren't too bad either…"
