Su Qinghe looked mysterious and smiled without saying a word.
Su Jue, growing impatient with listening any further, meandered to the entrance of the hall for some air.
He pulled out his phone once again to check the stock trading group, but there was still no news.
Thinking about how a group of people were all waiting for him to show off his skills, he clenched his teeth so hard that his phone was nearly crushed.
If he couldn't rely on the group, he would just do his own research. After all, he wasn't without a foundation in stock trading; he refused to believe that he couldn't outdo that expert!
While he was grimly determined, Su Jue looked up and saw two familiar faces approaching the entrance of the chess institute.
"Are you... Lu Mian's classmates?" he sized up the plump and thin brothers in front of him. He had some recollections, "Where's Lu Mian?"
Shou Hao and the thin friend exchanged glances.
