"What do you want?" Jiang Wei asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
Jiang Muwan responded with a cold, indifferent sneer, "I need my aunt."
When Jiang Wei heard Jiang Muwan's blatantly false words, she laughed and set the cup she was holding down on the saucer, "What you need is not me, but what I have in my hands, to be precise, Huazhong's financial seal."
"Aunt is a wise person," Jiang Muwan did not bother to hide.
Why should she disguise something anyone could guess?
That afternoon, the sunshine from outside the window fell into the room, spilling at Jiang Muwan's feet as she sat on the sofa, shifting her position and stretching her feet out to bask in the sun.
She reveled in the hard-won warmth of this winter day.
"What if I refuse to give it to you?" Jiang Wei asked defiantly.
"You won't," Jiang Muwan flatly retorted.
"Are you that certain?"
