What makes you worth 5 million?

Mu Anran's fist clenched suddenly as she spoke in a cold voice, "I'm coming over now."

Before the phone call was disconnected, she thought she still faintly heard Mu Nancheng's contemptuous voice: "Do you think I can't handle you?"

As she got out of the taxi, the three-story villa before her came into view.

Previously, this had been her warm home; now, if it weren't for her mother's belongings, Mu Anran would probably never show up here in her lifetime.

As soon as she pushed open the front door, several figures stood up from the couch.

Qin Fei was the first to stand up; she was the woman Mu Nancheng had brought home three months after her mother's death.

And sitting next to Mu Nancheng, was his daughter, Mu Xue.

Without Mu Anran, the three of them appeared to be a happy family.

Qin Fei warmly greeted her as an outsider: "Oh, Anran's back? We were just waiting for you to come back to eat, come over quickly."

Eat?

Since you all want to eat, I might as well join you.