Jiang Yan scoffed disdainfully, "They neither want to give up their shares nor do they wish to serve time. I had planned to expose Jiang Fuhai's crimes all along; I simply wanted to let them taste the flavor of fear first."
Su Jian curled his lips coldly, "Both of them are no good; they're birds of a feather and it's about time they paid the price for their actions. However, I think they'll transfer the shares to you. You could keep a backup and report them after you get the shares."
Jiang Yan responded with a hum, knowing Jiang Fuhai and his wife all too well; she estimated they would not sign the contract.
Jiang Yan's gaze was elusive and hard to decipher. No matter how worthless Jiang Fuhai was, his two children were innocent. Jiang Qidong was only nineteen years old, just starting university.
Jiang Mianmian was only seventeen, just beginning her second year of high school.