"Do you think my daughter, Song Zhen's daughter, cares about one percent of your Lillian Group's shares?"
Song Zhen seemed amused, curving his mouth into a smile.
However, Meg and her husband grew even more anxious because of Song Zhen's smile.
Everyone watched as Song Zhen lifted the porcelain teacup before him and sipped some tea, exuding a confident and elegant demeanor.
Looking up again, Song Zhen's eyes were imposing, and he spoke solemnly: "Moreover, it seems you've avoided the important issues. I clearly asked about the original shares of Grandpa and Grandma Qiao Yi, about the part Qiao Yi should rightfully inherit. I'm not asking you to give her anything extra. Qiao Yi doesn't need your gifts; she just needs to take back what is already hers."
Meg appeared slightly silent.
Enfen: "This..."
Liang Xiaoqi finally couldn't stand it anymore; she released her grip and glanced at Lu Xunzhi.
That look seemed to say: you can be yourself now.
