Qin Ruan placed a suitcase containing eight hundred thousand in cash in front of the girl.
"This is what your father left for you and your mother. Take it."
"Who are you really?!"
Instead of accepting the suitcase from Qin Ruan, the girl's face became even more wary.
Qin Ruan raised an eyebrow slightly, "I knew your father."
"Impossible!" The girl strongly retorted.
Qin Ruan emanated a complex aura, as pure as a schoolgirl's, but devoid of any naïveté. Instead, she held a seductive allure.
It was inevitable that the appearance of such a girl would make her think too much.
But her father would never do anything to betray her mother. As a daughter, she had witnessed his hardships over the years.
The girl in front of her had an open face, her emotions clear as day - a quality rarely seen.
Unable to hold back a chuckle, Qin Ruan placed the suitcase containing the cash into the girl's arms.
"Don't misunderstand. I'm already married, I have a husband."
