"Mr. Han, I think you're overestimating yourself."
"Although Xiao Xi hasn't forgiven me all these years, I'm still her father, that's an undeniable fact. I nurtured her into such an outstanding person, and now she's your wife. Shouldn't you repay me in some way?"
Han Guanghong's fawning voice carried a hint of threat. Right now, Lu Jinghan was his only hope. If no more funds were coming in, the company's projects would be stalled, and the money invested before would just go down the drain.
Lu Jinghan exhaled a puff of smoke, tapping his cigarette-holding fingers lightly on the table, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"Is Mr. Han trying to negotiate terms with me over Xiao Xi?"
Han Guanghong noticed the anger in Lu Jinghan's voice and quickly explained, "Jing Han, you've misunderstood. I just hope you can extend a helping hand on account of me raising Han Xi."
"How much does Mr. Han need to overcome the crisis?"
"Ten million, ten million will be enough."
