"Why should I give one billion to each? As long as I give it back to the Mo Family, that's enough. I could even burn the money in front of your parents' memorial tablets," Gu Yixuan said with an arrogant tone.
Mo Yan was furious, but he was precisely the kind of unreasonable person she didn't know how to reason with.
"Then tell me, how exactly will you give me the money?" In her eyes was a frantic obsession for money.
This kind of look was not unfamiliar to Mo Ran; Gu Yixuan had once looked at her with such fervent eyes.
It was a kind of tenacity that would not let go even in death, that wouldn't rest until achieving its goal.
Gu Yixuan turned to look at Mo Ran, who had been indifferent all along, caressed her face, and asked softly, "Ranran, tell me, how should I give her the money? As long as you speak, I will give it to her."
He had thrown the hot potato to her.
Mo Yan's gaze immediately fell upon Mo Ran.
