"Dad, we've secured the contract for the preserved fruit for the future."
Walking into the office, Lin Tong placed the contract on the desk, her voice brimming with joy.
Lin Dongfang's face was gloomy as he picked up the contract, scanned it briefly, then set it down, his expression revealing not the slightest hint of happiness.
As if the billion-dollar contract was no more valuable to him than a piece of waste paper.
"Dad, we've already secured our cooperation with Huating Pharmaceutical, why aren't you happy at all?" Lin Tong frowned, questioning.
Lin Dongfang had taken the initiative to call her, and she had thought it was because he was pleased with the signed contract and wanted to discuss it.
However, his reaction was somewhat unexpected, as if that wasn't the case at all.
"Happy? Do you think I should be happy?"
