An Ruo, you've lost a lot of weight recently. Eat more vegetables. I bought a few dresses in France last time, and they suit you very well. After dinner, I'll take you to try them on; if you like them, I'll give them all to you."
An Mingqi smiled opportunistically, "Yes, eat the vegetables, they're not good when they're cold."
Xu Huwen also tried to change the topic to lighten the mood.
Unfortunately, An Ruo and Tang Yuchen remained silent, lips pursed.
An Ruo kept her gaze lowered, her expression indifferent.
She wasn't a fool. The moment Tang Yuchen discussed the shares in front of them today, she knew— all of her father's shares had ended up in her uncle's hands.
Moreover, they comprised seventy percent of the An family's shares.
Back then, seventy percent of the shares were worth six million. Over these eleven years, she and An Ji had been living an ordinary life; the money invested in them probably didn't even amount to two million.