Song Jia looked at Qiao Yonghui with tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain, eliciting a surge of pity from him.
"Xiao Xi, what exactly do you want?"
"I want ten percent of the company's shares," Jian Xi said.
Qiao Yonghui's eyes hardened as he subconsciously clenched his fists.
Was she back to take over the company?!
"No way!" Qiao Yonghui immediately refused.
To this day, Jian Corporation still belonged to Jian Wan, who owned twenty-five percent of the shares. After Jian Wan turned into a vegetative state, he had worked for ten years and had only just managed to gain as many shares as Jian Wan, twenty-five percent. If he were to give Jian Xi ten percent, he'd be left with only fifteen percent.
"Then..." Jian Xi curved her lips, looking at the pale-faced Qiao Jiaying, "Little sister, it's not dad's fault for not bailing you out. Don't blame me for this!"
She reached for her phone to call the police.
