Wang Qing glared at Rong Qi with veins practically bulging from her eyes. Wang Qing sneered, "Fine, that makes it simple for both of you. Rong Qi, do you really want to sever all ties with us so callously after all these years we've cared for you?"
"State your terms," Rong Qi replied.
"50 million, for your freedom. From then on, we will have nothing to do with you." Wang Qing stated. Her eyes were bloodshot; her normally radiant face was now visibly strained as if she'd aged a decade overnight.
"50 million? Even leeches aren't this greedy," Rong Qi said. Her eyes shimmered with amusement. "I think I'm quite free as it is. Tell me, is this 50 million for the sake of the Rong family, or to save Wang Song?"
Upon hearing Wang Song's name, Rong Feiyu's face twisted in resentment and said, "That's none of your concern. Rong Qi, I know you want nothing to do with our family. So, 50 million to buy you a clean break—surely you'd be interested."
