Lin Mo rose to his feet and went to the walk-in closet to change into a dark gray casual suit.
He wore a white shirt underneath, no tie, with the collar slightly open—simple and sharp.
He adjusted his collar in the mirror, then strode out of the study.
In the main hall, three people sat upright in the guest seats.
At their head was an elder around sixty years old. His graying hair was meticulously combed.
His face was lean, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose. Behind the lenses, his eyes were sharp yet gentle.
He wore a finely tailored dark gray formal suit, with a small jade plaque pinned to his left breast pocket. An antique "Shen" was carved into it.
He was none other than the head of the Shen Family—Shen Wanshan.
To his right sat a middle-aged man in his forties, whose features somewhat resembled Shen Wanshan's. His features were proper, and his bearing was steady.
He wore a dark blue formal suit, his back ramrod straight and his posture impeccable.
His gaze was mild, and a perfectly measured smile rested on his lips.
He was Shen Wanshan's eldest son—Shen Wenyuan.
To his left sat a young woman, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old.
She wore a moon-white dress that fell to her knees, its collar adorned with a delicate jade brooch.
Her long hair was pinned up with a jade hairpin, a few loose strands falling beside her cheeks and making her already refined features seem all the more ethereal.
Her features were exquisite, her brows and eyes gentle, and a faint smile lingered at the corners of her lips. Her entire person exuded the graceful, demure air unique to a daughter of a distinguished family.
She was Shen Wanshan's youngest daughter—Shen