An Yusheng slightly turned his body aside, giving Shu Yimo a detached glance.
"Aren't you doing the same? You can blackmail me with Hengtai's shares, disregarding me, your grandfather. Aren't you even more cold-blooded?"
The accusatory tone in An Yusheng's voice made Shu Yimo's heart sink, but she couldn't help wanting to laugh, her eyes clouding over with a hint of delirium, and her tone, colder than before, carried an additional trace of desolation—
"Old man, you've won. At least for now, it's still you all who have won... The An Family owes my mother so much, yet you can sacrifice me with peace of mind... I know, you and my father have the same thought, just wanting to use this opportunity to make me bow down, to soften, to beg Bai Xiexie, because the person caught up at the Discipline Inspection Commission is from the Luo Family or the Fan Family, right?"
An Yusheng didn't answer, but his eyes deepened.
