Lin Banxia felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen, her head lowered as tears quickly welled up in her eyes.
"Your father said it himself—if you hand over the pear garden, he'll sever all ties with you as his daughter."
When Lin Banxia heard those words, the tears that had been swirling in her eyes instantly began to fall.
"Of course, if you don't want to give up the pear garden, there's another option. Just bring out three hundred million and buy it outright, and we won't press the issue any further," Cheng Rouyin said, her demands as outrageous as a lion's roar. Lin Kunhuai had clearly said one hundred million would be enough, but in her hands, the price suddenly became three hundred million.
"Three hundred million?" Lin Banxia's heart tensed sharply, and she instinctively took two steps back.
