"Stop."
Tang Yue interrupted him promptly: "Mr. Lian, I appreciated your support that day, but the Lian Family is the Lian Family, and I am me. Just like I said that day, my last name is Tang, not Lian. Even if I have half of your blood in me, I will not change my surname to Lian, nor will there be any so-called acknowledgement of ancestors."
"You better keep the Lian Family's wealth to yourselves." Tang Yue spoke very firmly, leaving no room for reconsideration. She liked money, liked earning lots and lots of it, liked buying houses. As long as she had money, she would want to buy houses, but all this was under the premise that she earned it herself, not by someone else's charity.
"Xiao Yue." Lian He looked at Tang Yue, deeply hurt. He had not expected his goodwill to be so repulsive to her.
Meng Siyu opened the car door for Tang Yue to get in. The car windows were rolled up, so Tang Yue couldn't be seen.
