"It's not even the beginning yet." Ouyang Yan suddenly burst into laughter. As she laughed, tears began to well up at the corners of her eyes, and her voice became increasingly sorrowful.
"You're not really planning to give me those shares, but rather you want me to hold them for my little brother, who I don't even know where he is. You want to use these shares, which you can take back at any time, to make me willingly give you money. Dream on! The shares, I don't care for, and you, I don't care for either."
The emotions Ouyang Yan had repressed for so long erupted at this moment.
No matter if An Lan told her about Ouyang Xiong's surrogacy with a mindset of watching a spectacle or genuinely with good intentions to befriend her, she was very grateful to An Lan. At least it helped her abandon her last bit of extravagant expectations for Ouyang Xiong's fatherly love.
