In China, other families were as easy as crushing an ant to Yan Kuan, but the Ouyang family was an exception.
Not only in China, but also abroad, the Ouyang family had a certain amount of power. It had been passed down for thousands of years and was deeply rooted.
Only the Ouyang family had something that Yan Kuan coveted. Yes, that should be it.
But was everything what she thought it was? She felt more and more confused, but one thing was certain. She would not be able to get the ledger back, and she had to start preparing to escape this place and return to the country as soon as possible.
Shen Xiaoxiao touched the bracelet on her wrist, and a speechless thought flashed through her mind. Perhaps, she had to be ruthless to herself again...
In the monitoring room, Yan Kuan was indeed sitting on a chair. The cigarette in his hand was emitting faint smoke, and he was leaning lazily on the chair. He was like a gentleman in a leisurely courtyard.
