Gao Diaomao bellowed, interrupting Gao Shen's impotent fury.
"I'm the one who sent Xiaoqiu. You think you've grown more capable? Come at me!"
Actually, Gao Diaomao really wanted to reason with his son. His initial plan was to slowly persuade him to accept the situation.
But as soon as he saw Gao Shen's facade of strength concealing inner frailty, he couldn't suppress his rage.
What a piece of trash!
"What?!" Gao Shen was instantly dumbfounded.
"Dad... you?"
Gao Diaomao lit a cigarette, his gaze not on his son but continuing to fall on the screen he'd watched countless times.
Then, he spoke unhurriedly, "I don't trust Han Lie.
"Teacher Han, the stock market guru, right? The one with the extensive social circle, right? It's too easy for him to make money; he might not genuinely care about our 'peanuts'.
"Think about it, what advantage does our family have?
"If there's any, it's only the stable and excessive profits of the real estate industry.
