"Oh, by the way," Lan Xiu instructed, "Yuanya is returning home tomorrow to take care of her graduation, have Ah Dong arrange for someone to accompany her back."
Fei Zi responded with an OK and then left the sick room.
At this moment, in Hua Country.
Duan Jingwen sat on a sofa chair, exhausted. His refined and handsome face was filled with gloom.
He took a deep breath, dialed a number, and once he claimed his identity, the other side promptly hung up the phone.
He threw his mobile phone onto the table, looking at the white ceiling with a gloomy gaze.
Although he unwillingly acknowledged it, he had to accept that no matter what happened, there was nothing the Duan Family could do about it.
Now he was left with only two options.
Either sell off his shares for some money, and henceforth, the Duan family would become the Lan family.
