When the three of them returned, the discussion was more or less over, and all the relatives had left. It wasn't particularly joyous, but it also wasn't unhappy.
Anyway, Qin Han couldn't make much out of it. He guessed that his aim hadn't been entirely achieved, but there were still some benefits to be had.
Back in the living room, Song Yuwei sat on the couch, her face reflecting a touch of worry. When she saw Qin Han, she lifted her eyebrows slightly and then pouted.
"What's wrong?" Qin Han asked, finding Song Yuwei's demeanor somewhat amusing.
"It's over," said Song Yuwei, sounding exhausted.
"Oh," Qin Han nodded.
"Aren't you going to ask about the outcome?" Song Yuwei asked him.
"Whatever you decide is fine," Qin Han said with a smile on his face.
Money wasn't something he ever regarded highly. Whatever Song Yuwei wanted to do with her company was fine by him, as long as she was happy.