Yin Group's CEO office.
Yin Moran sat upright in his executive chair, his handsome face slightly somber.
His long fingers tapped the desktop rhythmically as emotions swirled indecipherably in his dark eyes.
After a moment, he swiped open his phone screen and dialed a number.
The call connected, and Yin Moran slightly parted his lips, "Professor Min, how is my mother's condition now?"
"Mr. Yin, the plan we discussed previously is effective so far. Your mother is in a good state now, and her emotions have gradually calmed down from the initial agitation. As long as we continue with this treatment, I believe that over time, your mother's depression can be cured."
The old professor's serene voice came through the phone, causing a slight stir in Yin Moran's dark pupils as the corners of his mouth curved.
"Thank you, Professor Min, for your concern."
"It's my duty."
"...."
After hanging up the phone, Yin Moran set down his device, his handsome face regaining its usual composure.