Zhao Yugang, lying comfortably on the big bed, looked up from his tablet, "What do you know, my mom is forcing my sister to make a choice. Wen Laibao would laugh in her sleep if she could sell for 800 million, and since she's not even their own flesh and blood, the Wen Cheng couple is just stubborn. Besides, Wang Chuanhui is so rich, following him means Wen Laibao hit the jackpot."
"I might have offended Wang Chuanhui this time. A married daughter is like spilled water, and when the time comes, we'll sell those two apartments and take this 800 million—where couldn't we go then, without caring whether they live or die?"
Liu Liyan giggled slyly, "Those two apartments in C city should be worth quite a lot. Plus this 800 million, we're going to be millionaires for sure."
Zhao Yugang snorted coldly, "When have you ever suffered following me?"