Yu Gangan's domineering attitude forced Qiao Pan'er to open her eyes wide in shock. Her gaze was sharp like daggers that could draw blood, but they contained no power.
The century old clinic was thrown into a dead silence until an ice cold voice broke it.
It was Fang Zhihan who had been quiet up until that point, "As long as you're unwilling to sell it, then Yueming Hall will always be yours!"
His attitude wasn't arrogant nor overwhelming, but it was powerful like a thousand waves being lifted over the shoreline by the wind, sending chills down a person's spine.
Qiao Pan'er started laughing in anger as she threw the contract in her hands onto the coffee table, "There's nothing I can do if you don't know what's good for you."
As she spoke, she turned around.
But, she did not leave. Instead, she glanced at the two police officers on the side.
