Skyfire Company.
Chairman's Office.
Qiu Dong couldn't help but burst into laughter while looking at the newspaper in his hands.
"Dad, you're actually laughing," Qiu Linghan stamped her foot in frustration.
Qiu Dong chuckled lightly, "What's there to be angry about? If we're going to win over Wang Hao, we should expect these incomprehensible tricks from the Ghost Elf."
"But now I'm considered a generation below him—how can I not be angry about that?" Qiu Linghan puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.
Beside her, Qiu Lei muttered to himself, "You're only a generation below him, but he's two whole generations below—whom can he even complain to about this!?"
"Everyone has their own strategies; what's there to be angry about?" Qiu Dong waved his hand dismissively, and then instructed, "Little Lei, go prepare a gift. We'll send it over when Wang Hao celebrates his major birthday."