Yan Hong was so anxious he almost jumped up.
"Mom, say something! If Qianyi doesn't break it off with him, how are we going to explain to the Mu Family? I've already transferred the eight hundred million betrothal gift to the company account for turnover! Now we can't back out!"
"I don't know, don't ask me; I'm so annoyed! Figure it out yourself!"
Old Lady Yan irritably threw down those words and left.
Yan Hong felt like he was going to collapse, anxiously running his fingers through his hair.
Everything had been agreed upon, the whole family uniting against that guy.
Who knew his old mother would suddenly betray them!
"Yarong, what do we do now?" Yan Hong asked.
Yarong had a lot of tricks up her sleeve; she'd been by his side for two years, often helping him solve problems.
