Annan hadn't expected to receive a call from Lin Chen, especially during such a peculiar time. She truly liked Lin Chen, but that was only before she knew about the plagiarism.
She had made it crystal clear to him about the origin of that piece of music, even repeatedly stressing the rights to acknowledgement.
Despite that, he still blatantly did such a despicable thing; any fondness she had left for him faded away.
"I hear you're crippled and hospitalized, looking at a bleak prognosis. Congratulations!" Annan answered the phone with a nonchalant tone.
Lin Chen was taken aback, momentarily at a loss for words. "Annan, do you always have to be so sharp-tongued when you talk to me? I want to have a chat with you!"
"There's nothing left to talk about between us!" Annan refused.
"Annan, I want to meet your friend. How much money will it take to resolve this issue? I'll pay whatever it takes, just name your price," Lin Chen said.
