Huo Zhanting thought of this, and his other hand resting on the table suddenly tightened, his thumb turning white from the pressure.
Seeing this, An Lan felt extremely distressed, and she leaned forward, speaking urgently.
"After all, it's the place where mom used to live, and the furniture was carefully handpicked by her. We can't let Xiao Yihe benefit from this… No matter what, we must take back the apartment. Mom definitely wouldn't want the apartment she put so much heart into decorating to end up in Xiao Yihe's hands."
Huo Zhanting didn't speak. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the office fell into a boundless silence. It was only after a long while that An Lan heard a sound so faint it was almost inaudible, "Mhm."
…
On the other side, Xiao Yihe was at his wit's end trying to raise money.