"Si Junyan's shareholdings aren't worth that much!"
Jian Xi returned the bank card with an unusually calm demeanor.
"Xixi, don't you trust me?" Fu Shengyuan spoke with heartfelt sincerity. "If you're worried about any additional conditions, I can write an agreement for an unconditional gift."
What a deal! Wan Yu was so excited she almost stamped her feet.
"No need."
Once more, Jian Xi declined.
"It's not easy for Mr. Fu to earn his money, and I have no reason to take it to satisfy my own desires. Besides, who said I definitely need to take over Si Junyan's shares?" She smiled lightly, unconcerned. "The more money I give him, the more capital he will have to fight against me. I certainly don't have the bad habit of handing a knife to my enemy."
Jian Mingcheng stood before Jian Xi. He was tall and powerfully built, like an iron tower, exuding a strong sense of authority. "Since my little sister doesn't want it, President Fu, please take your money back."
