Xiao Yihe suffered a loss, so naturally he wouldn't admit to the borrowed money and would feel justified thinking it's all their fault. The billion that went into his pocket, coming back out is simply impossible.
Huo Zhanting looked at An Lan, whose eyes were blazing with anger, and reorganized his words, "Xiao Yihe should know he can't borrow 10 billion from you, but maybe 230 million could be possible."
This explanation might as well be no explanation at all.
Is 230 million a small amount? At that time, An Guohua sold 20% of An Group's shares to me for 50 million, although at that time, An Guohua intended to retrieve the shares later. But how could the shares that reached my hands possibly go out?
Once Xiao Yihe moved his lips, he immediately wanted billions.
An Lan was infuriated, feeling increasingly that Xiao Yihe was shameless.
Huo Zhanting held An Lan in his arms, soothing her in a low voice.
