Supervisor Gao raised an eyebrow and threw a meaningful glance at the man beside him.
Mr. Huo, someone said your brain was kicked by a donkey.
Huo Lin calmly took a sip of Bi Luo Chun tea, without lifting his head, and said, "I made the decision to invest. What, are you waiting to see me lose everything, down to my underwear?"
Zhao Mingtian froze for a moment, and even Zhao Haotian was stunned.
Zhao Haotian looked up in disbelief. The man's expression was composed and serious, without a trace of humor, exuding an air of strategic poise and confidence.
In that flash of realization, Zhao Haotian seemed to understand something, and his face subtly changed.
Zhao Mingtian, however, still hadn't caught on and frowned, saying, "What are you talking about?"
Supervisor Gao could no longer bear to watch. Could this kid really be that clueless?
