"I can't understand you." An Ning had already lost the patience to spar with him any further. "I'm only asking you now, will you pay or not? If not, then don't bother coming to me with your pretense."
"An Ning," An Jiancheng called out to his daughter forcefully.
As he hesitated to make a stance, An Ning ran out of patience to ask further. "From now on, we don't need to communicate, and you don't need to call me. Even if… even if you die, I won't see you again."
Having said that, she was about to get out of the car and leave.
An Jiancheng hurriedly grabbed her. "Wait, don't go just yet."
An Ning looked at her father. "If I don't go, will you give me the money?"
An Jiancheng asked in angry embarrassment. "Do you even consider me your father anymore? Are you only after my money?"