'Five million?'
Zhuang Lijuan took a deep breath before saying, "Miss Yan, you're asking for quite a huge sum."
With one leg on the chair, Yan Jinyi looked very much like a gangster as she said nonchalantly, "Nah, I'm just going along with the market price."
'This woman is indeed after my son's money, just as I expected. Maybe, she has already found out long ago that Zhuang Heng actually belongs to the Tang family.'
Zhuang Lijuan was exceptionally disgusted with Yan Jinyi and she utterly despised her. 'My son must marry a woman from a rich family, or else, how can he vie with Tang Qing for the inheritance?'
"I can give you five million yuan but Miss Yan, you must promise to never pester Zhuang Heng again."
Yan Jinyi waved her hand and said straightforwardly, "Sure."
'Zhuang Heng is the one pestering me anyway.'
