Lu Beihua assumed the posture of the family head, looking deeply at everyone in front of him.
As if making a major decision, he began to speak.
"I'm planning—"
"Ha..."
A sudden chuckle interrupted Lu Beihua's speech, leaving the old man with his mouth open, unable to breathe in or out.
"What are you planning? Letting my dad take over the LOOK Group? Expecting us to clean up this mess? And then, wherever you, the esteemed elder, sit, you get to enjoy the fruits without any effort?"
Lu Mian spoke without mercy, directly exposing Lu Beihua's innermost thoughts.
"Or... you think that returning the LOOK Group to the Yun Family means they'll be eternally grateful and accept it?! Do you think that just because you're an elder, raised my dad, we have to obey you, accept all your arrangements and charity?"
"Where does your confidence come from, thinking we should all yield to you? And what makes you think the Yun Family will accept LOOK as a pile of trash?"
