"Storing excess money is to prevent it from being used by bad people to create financial storms. Destroying it may be a helpless move to assist the world's central banks in continuing to stimulate the economy," Lingxin said thoughtfully.
The old man smiled, "You've studied for so many years, been accepted to the Harvard Business School, and become the youngest professor; it's all well-deserved."
Lingxin merely gave a faint, indifferent smile at the apparent compliment. No amount of honor or money was more important to him than family.
He had more reason than ever to come here and engage with the Ruan Family, with only one goal in mind.
"I want to ask you something. Do you know there's someone in this world called Mu?"
"Mu," the old man murmured the name Lingxin had mentioned, saying, "Of course I know. Your father was kidnapped back then, because of this person, wasn't he?"
