Initially, Annie had looked flustered, but when she heard Qiao Nian's words, she relaxed and gestured for the servants beside her to push her away.
She heaved a sigh of relief and raised her head proudly again. With a smug expression, she said, "Uncle, I've said it before. This woman is problematic. Let me tell you, if you beg me now, I'll consider sending Autumn Grass to Aunt in the future. Otherwise…"
"How dare you!" The president's expression changed drastically in anger, just like when a tsunami struck. Dark clouds gathered. "Annie, do you really think that Europe belongs to you?"
Annie looked up slightly and asked with a smile, "Uncle, there's no point in saying that. We're family. Why don't you consider Aunt's sickness? We can choose not to send the Falling Autumn Grass over."
