On the dining table, Su Mo and Yang Qingxi were having breakfast together.
Yang Qingxi originally wanted to bring up the new protagonist who was about to appear, but she quickly noticed that Su Mo seemed distracted. His gaze was fixed on his phone, and even his chopsticks moved absent-mindedly, barely touching the food.
She wondered if he was also thinking about how to deal with that new protagonist.
Curious, she quietly activated her heart-listening function and peeked into his thoughts.
[So the system really sent those share documents…]
[My shares are about 65%. At the current valuation, that's around seventy-five million yuan.]
[Sigh… what a pity.]
[I'm worth tens of millions now, but I can only look at it.]
[Should I just sell these shares?]
Su Mo's expression was serious, his brows slightly knitted as he weighed short-term gains against uncertain long-term prospects.
