Qin Yan swept a cold glance at the card in Qin Muran's hand and her lips curled.
"Seems like you do have a lot of private savings. Does Qin Yicheng know about it?"
Qin Yan did not bother calling Qin Yicheng her father. Such a spineless person was not fit to be her daddy.
Qin Muran's expression faltered. She had only cared about crushing this bitch, and she had not thought of this.
So Qin Yan had said so much earlier on just to ambush her at this juncture?
At the thought of this, her worries dissipated suddenly.
"This is the money I saved in all these years. I'll use my own money to be filial to daddy. I think he'll be happy."
Qin Yan raised an eyebrow but she didn't comment.
"Be as filial as you please."
Qin Muran studied her and pondered for a while. Her lips turned upwards and formed a cold smile.
