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"Mm! Basically, everything needed is already in hand, and Zhao Yan is in charge of wrapping things up."
Mu Zihao nodded while listening, his expression also a bit somber, "Our family's pharmaceutical factory has been around for a good number of years, no matter how successful you are in other ventures in the future, but you must promise Dad, you can't abandon this pharmaceutical factory."
"You've said this at least two hundred times, if not three hundred."
Mu Yichen replied seriously.
"Hmph, when I wanted you to join the military, you went off to do business instead, and now you have the nerve to order your son around?"
The old master's head full of white hair, his criticism came with no softness in his voice.
Mu Zihao was conversing with his son, and upon hearing his father bring up the past, he immediately objected, "Dad, how many years ago was that?"
