An Lan and Huo Zhanting exchanged a glance, both considering one possibility: Ouyang Xiong transferring company funds. If this were true... An Lan was aghast, thinking that the Ouyang Real Estate, which had stood firm in Hong Kong for so many years, was genuinely beginning to falter and shake.
Neither of them minded causing a little trouble for Ouyang Xiong.
They nodded in agreement, though no words were exchanged. At this moment, an understanding was reached between them. Eventually, Ouyang Yan draped in An Lan's shawl, stumbled awkwardly out through the small door. An Lan watched her leaving silhouette, leaning gently into Huo Zhanting's embrace.
"How much of what she said is true, and how much is false?"
