Su Qionglin shouted sharply, "Dad, you can't agree to her!"
Su Yugu's face was as grim as still water: "If you don't agree, can you come up with two hundred million?"
Su Qionglin couldn't.
She glared at Su Ruanruan with all her might.
She didn't believe Su Ruanruan could produce two hundred million.
Su Ruanruan sat down and lightly wrote a series of checks.
Su Qionglin, disbelieving, made a phone call to the bank.
The bank manager spoke to her politely on the phone: "Miss Su's available account balance is still over 1.8 billion, and additionally, she has a fixed income of 50 million every month. The checks she writes, there is absolutely no chance they'd bounce."
Su Qionglin's face turned pale.
She felt like she had been struck a blow.
Su Ruanruan didn't squabble with her; she brought a lawyer and made the transaction with Su Yugu in person.
Half an hour later, she acquired another twenty percent of Tongsheng Hospital's shares.
