After finishing the call with Bai Xiaosheng, Yin Haoran fell into deep thought without a word, while Yin Dongfeng had a look of urgency on his face.
"Now is really not the time to be in a daze, oh my dear father, we have to act fast!"
"No matter what action!"
"With each passing second, our Yin family is suffering losses! If we don't take measures soon, it will be too late!"
"By the time Bai Xiaosheng is willing to back off, we'd be almost finished."
"Dad!" Yin Dongfeng called out anxiously.
"Dongfeng, what do you think we should do now?" Yin Haoran looked at his eldest son and asked.
Yin Dongfeng was the future helmsman of the Yin Family, and after his father's century, it was uncertain whether they would encounter such an overturning crisis again. Yin Haoran wanted to hear his thoughts.
"What else can we do? Either attack, defend, or... surrender!" Yin Dongfeng said with difficulty.
"How so?"
