Mu Mian sneered coldly, looking faintly at Mu Chun's face that bore some resemblance to her father's. "Does my elder uncle really think that the twenty percent of Mu Family shares I hold is worth just this charity gala—especially when the proceeds aren't even mine? Even though the charity foundation was started in my name, everyone knows I own nothing. The name is mine, but the benefits still go to the Mu Family. My elder uncle's calculations are truly meticulous, I now understand a bit why my dad lost to you back then."
As for whether he truly lost to him, that was hard to say.
A flash of embarrassment crossed Mu Chun's face, and he quickly tried to laugh it off: "We're all family, why bother with such calculations?"
