An Ning clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.
"Jiren," that was the hospital her mother had founded, and her mother had personally facilitated the partnership with the Xu Family's hospital.
It was all her mother's hard work.
This detestable mistress even had the audacity to occupy her mother's shares.
Now she even thought of using her mother's shares to curry favor with her?
Think about it, how absurd that would be.
Zhou Shiran, seeing that An Ning hadn't spoken, thought she was seriously considering it. "An Ning, think about it... Isn't this what you've always wanted?"
"Heh..." An Ning let out a cold laugh, her voice unusually icy and piercing. "Yes, those shares are exactly what I've wanted. But I'm telling you, you have no right to use my mother's things to negotiate with me!"
Zhou Shiran was taken aback, and then she reacted. "..."
